It was time to prepare the table
The chain of events could only be seen in reverse order
As each moment was carefully placed
The table cloth suddenly became wider
With no heed to meaning
But in haste the cup was passed before it became dry
To share with another rider
Was the only way his life’s worth would be able

The spaces of the past can only be filled by imagination
There is not enough inspiration to remember
The sense of time has been ignored long enough
Is the barren mind of youth any more than a whisper
Strangled by the embrace of an age old mistake?
A garage is where rejection becomes acceptance
Pretending the audience is not there they play
The ones who will love you understand blind emotion