Not sure when motions lost their meanings,
or when emotions ceased to exist,
and in place of where these emotions used to dwell,
a sort of quasi nostalgic feeling of emptiness sits,

don’t remember when we lost ourselves,
but how could you expect m remember,
you know what a terrible memory I have,
heck I don’t even remember my last birthday,

or the one before that,
or the one before that one,
I don’t really remember much these days,
but what I do remember is that I still love you,

though I could’t tell you what that love means,
in fact I can’t really tell you much of anything,
because it seems I lost me Self when I lost my way,
at some point of time somewhere along The Road of Life,

I must’ve ignored the street signs,
I must’ve let myself be led astray,
and now here I am alone together with you,
unsure of who we are or what anything means,

not sure when motions lost their meanings,
or when emotions ceased to exist,
and in place of where these emotions used to dwell,
a sort of quasi nostalgic feeling of emptiness sits…

∆ LaLux ∆