We live by thinking of tomorrow,
simply to forget the day.
We dwell in today so not to think of tomorrow,
simply to forget the dim future.
We remember the past,
so near and far seem negligible.

As the days continue on and we forget what happenend,
the past unrolls, the past loosens,
hiding reality from our minds.
As memories shift and change,
we strain not to insult our neighbor with false thought.

strain brain train grain vain jane slain plain plane attain

Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you I’ve waited all these years