Almost Memory
I'm living out a dream, a dream of lost memories a remnant of a dream I've done this before It has all happened before but I don't know what's coming How did I get here? of knowing it as it happens Everything I touch and every move I make is but a remnant
Another person's life Soothe the aching mind This place is but a replica Narrow rivers flow through gentle spaces and time moves around us in shallow sighs and cool gyrations
This place is of the past and I can't seem to remember what I'm going to do next