What's happening
happened.

Memory deceives me into believing that things were meant to be, I see a pattern emerging,

Fractals
digital facts
distorted figures
on postage stamps
changing lives
menstrual cramps
methylated spirits
heroic tramps
then it dissolves
into
telephone red
eyes that shine in the
back of my head
it's 50/50 they'll move me on
changing lives
shifting John.

what happened
happened
but
what is happening?