I’ll color what is in my mind,
With a crayon of a million years,
Eternal reminiscs of insanity long ago,
Spill squadrons of the vile accusation into my head,
My actions are like an alien coming down to meet mankind
Only no point of reference can cut this deal
What thing is this that you told me so long ago,
We walked together and bled our souls,
Who were you? What scripture did you wear?
Did we pray together?
I forgot you in my foreign land,
I forget what we said,
I didn’t know I missed you,
Until this 'cubic centimeter' of chance came.
Will I ever forget this tomorrow fear?
Can I fight memory with typed word.
Will we meditate again in innocence?
I’ll go there, if you take me…
These Infantile wishes,
Of a yesterday crazy man.
