I have these walks
when your feet keep moving,
but it feels more like your floating in another time.
Then you come back to your feet
and bring with you a smile of the times,
but quickly it turns into a downward gaze
and something like tears
if you'd bring yourself to cry.
Put me behind the wheel,
make it somehow less real to me,
like movie screens.
I have these drives
through the dust and wind of the mind,
through places I haven't been recently
to see the ways in which things have changed,
and hibernate in how it all used to be.
In the trees, I see their arms waving me back.
And the birds, I hear them call, "oh, come back."
There are a handful of times -
memories of the years
when I felt more alive - that live on in my mind,
but I don't tell anyone.
I return to them with a smile on these back roads,
but as quick as it comes it goes in realization,
that so many years
have gone by.
Oh! Make it somehow less real to me,
like movie screens showing stories;
these aren't just shadows on the back of a mind
as I drive through places I haven't been recently
to see the ways in which things have changed
and hibernate in how it all used to be.
In the trees, I see them waving,
and the birds, I hear them calling
to tell me it's over and to put this phone to rest.
Only then I realize the trees were waving goodbye,
and this phone wire, to the past, never did exist.
Severed from thought,
a train rattles passed.
Flashing red lights
guide me in;
This never did exist.
