Random impressions,
suggestions of faces
places I've been to,
haze me, amaze me,
it's like getting lost once again in
the mazes I've been through.

New images fly and in the
blink of an..forgetting things like
where was I?
what was I thinking?.

Random and fleeting and
soon I'll be meeting old friends
it always depends though on
which way through the maze
that I go.

Perfumes that float in
that heavenly..forgetting again
as more impressions assail me,
the memory fails me but
they never do.