memories
floating thru my mind like clouds
i wonder how
to get them down
fit them in a box and wow
the time in now
my sock are brown
so many towns
these feet have seen
these dreams don't mean
a thing to me
it seems obscene
to be lost in every reverie
i hold myself so heavily
when what i need 's
a little levity
to know there's nothing that can never be
still I wonder if i'll every see
the sun rise
sky
markt with clouds
like ice on fire
loud as hell
like the whole bell tower
from the spire fell
and rang deep
thru the peaks
stood stone still
to watch in all go down
and how
is that the question needing asking
or why is it
I see so many faces close to me
that feel the need for masking