About
Times I never lived
They seem to be much
Grander
Than the times I’m living now
I create them like
A dream
All lofty and sublime
Believing there’s
A truth
To the beauty of the lie
They seem to be much
Grander
Than the times I’m living now
I create them like
A dream
All lofty and sublime
Believing there’s
A truth
To the beauty of the lie
Among the desert’s
Many victims:
My haughty ego
And petty worries
Matters unworthy
Of a life
Worth living
Arc vs line
Hard vs Supple
Crooked as a fish hook
Straight as an arrow
The well-trodden path
The less-travelled fork
Shadow event
Captured in light
Held in coloured silver
On fading film
Here
and
There
Holdover from a time
Of neon
Air-con
And movin’ on
.
Though when they do
They’re not the same
But when they’re gone
They’re lost forever
Stale cigarettes
And mildew
Saggy mattress
Flickering lights
Time is always active
Always present
Always changing
Only consciousness
Forgets
Or represses
Time is always moving
Cultures move on
People move on