Monday, February 18, 2008
im always feeling like mr. inbetween
i recall at the end of it all you were on your knees and i was standing tall. but is my memory deceiving me? was i hanging there while you prayed for me? remember how when the show was done, we were dancing and singing and having some fun, then i heard you speak, your voice was bleak--- "what we forget we must repeat." r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r, r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r. i remember the tricks of the trade, who got left behind and who made the grade, and i don't need the pages of some master plan to tell me what to do or tell me who i am. but when all is said and all is done, under the yellow glow of a setting sun, it really doesn't matter what you have done, you are blind and deaf and dumb. r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r, r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r. i remember an endless space and the tolling bells of some holy place. is it a dream that comes back to me or a memory that i can barely see? not the voices that haunt my mind of the friends and lovers i have left behind. what i see, what comes back to me, is a place i cannot find.