what if all the people in your life gone by could come to you in dreams
carry conversations like they did as though the moon induced no sleep
would you still embrace the things they said those nights or try to just forget
reason with your consciousness tonight because you're stuck inside your head  
is there something making all your thoughts collide you cannot seem to grasp
do you recognize the hands of time these days or do the hours pass
sand inside the glass is falling slowly now unlike it has before
giving you and I the space we begged it to and not a measure more
I can't help but wonder if I'm here and now or always somewhere else
I want to speak another language every day but if I can't, be well