How could you see me?
I was invisible.

How could you hear me?
I was silent

How could you feel me?
I was not present

And yet you did.
Thank you
You gave me a voice
A song
My voice.

We are born time travelers,
Constantly drifting away,
Across a vast sea,
Of Time and Change.

We are resilient,
Taking every action to reach,
Across the Great Divide,
To shake hands with tradition.

We are restless,
Dreaming endlessly of somewhere else,
Sometime else,
To fill ourselves.

We are loyal,
Seeking truth in the lies,
We were told in lives before,
To question everything.

We are joyful,
Calling vinyl records and pipes our friends,
As we clench supercomputers and earbuds,
To drown out the sound of progress.

We are unsatisfied,
Claiming a lot in life that has passed away,
We stare at the past and genuflect
To respect the places we will never be.

It all starts vanishing.
Into the cold light

You forget a word
Then a sentence
Then a name
Then a paper

It all starts vanishing,
And you're afraid
And tired
So tired

And now all you feel
Is cold
Heartless
Numb