Connect me to my childhood
when bliss was oblivion.
Connect the dots that made me.
From my cornea to retina
through the vitreous humour
what was it before,
before I imprinted into my cerebrum.
Bring it back to me
what I saw
and what it was.
What I know and what I feel.
Connect it,
and lead me to.
Let me and help me
rebuild my reality.
What I am is
what I saw,
but what I saw
wasn’t and maybe was.
From my cornea to retina,
or maybe even before
or on the backside of my eyelids.
What I want and need
is of what I am.
What I am may be
or may not be
because what I saw,
I saw or not.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
Connect me to my childhood
when bliss was oblivion.
Connect the dots that made me.
From my cornea to retina
through the vitreous humour
what was it before,
before I imprinted into my cerebrum.
Bring it back to me
what I saw
and what it was.
What I know and what I feel.
Connect it,
and lead me to.
Let me and help me
rebuild my reality.
What I am is
what I saw,
but what I saw
wasn’t and maybe was.
From my cornea to retina,
or maybe even before
or on the backside of my eyelids.
What I want and need
is of what I am.
What I am may be
or may not be
because what I saw,
I saw or not.
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