as for me,
i am still thinking about the past
as i lie still,
ensconced within my belief

i may appear to be second hand
i would hope,
that you understand
would you help me out of this hole?

the future lies in the past
it is gone,
but it is not forgotten
that is our path
that is our future
it lies deep in the past

the rhythm would be detached
i guess that is why i am unattached
the look is distant
the pattern of life inconsistent

i have not dealt with it
i have put it to one side
in fact,
i have kept it all inside

maria is a ghost
one that has come to haunt me
a surreal memory
from a surreal time

did you want me?
my effort,
well it has been minimal
my message,
always subliminal

counting the dull minutes
on a dull,
digital screen
it is the digital age
but can you hear my human scream?

plenty of, ‘keep me warm’
plenty of good times
plenty to to borrow
plenty of this and that

could you be close tonight
just be close, my guardian angel
be close, you portal of light
my guiding sprite
my unseen watcher