Do you recall, when you remembered
how many times you'd loved
Having played way too many pieces
in an all too serious game
Now every moment lasts a lifetime
Like a myriad of pointless little stories
telling of how we all are waiting,
for a greater sleep that never comes
Life has become a relentless hiding
from neighbours, the past, and you
Trying to avoid those desperate eyes, that
with impatient brushes paint our lives
We are drifting, like pastime
even as the sun grows dim
When the spirit wanes,
new forms will appear
When the spirit wanes,
so goes the memories,
of yesteryear