Pretty much anything, can grip at your soul
Leave your thoughts with someone else, in this calm evening
I am an innocent man, even in my dreams
What became of the rebel?
He was buried with the youth of yesteryear
My own solar system, from near or far
Gives me very little, apart for the promise of nothing
Did I change too much for my own good?
I often never think like that.
When will I meet my wife?
Has she passed by like a shadow?
I felt sad – but it was just like breathing.
Life is what you make it, so I was told.
In the broken recess of the mind, how do we compete with ourselves?
She could hide her face anywhere, I can’t see it anyway with eyes closed
Learn to love the beauty, hiding deep in despair.
Are you like me?
A privileged ghost returned, to haunt yourself?
I try to remember everything
Safe in the knowledge
All will be forgotten in time.