May 2017

Fool

Your memories are no help to you now
Look! Call! Plead! Beg!
They'll never come
Like trying to touch your own fingertips in a mirror

Your imagination can be washed out by a good rain and that future you're aiming at? You think you're the shooter? Hah! You're the target

This leaves you exactly here, exactly now
There is nothing else for you
Watch the cars, watch the trains
Your lesson awaits you there

May 26, 2017
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