I still see
even though
they've blinded me
with science, smoke and
mirrors

and
I'm looking at all the old
places
but
these are different times
and they are different faces
that look back on me,

it's like watching shadows walking
until they disappear
and to wonder why they are
or if they are still here?

So easy
to fall again
and to recall the
pain and then at times
perhaps that's
not so.

I don't know.