you are far away
in fact,
from each other
we both are

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