How did I get to be so old
And barely born
To see things form without an
Understanding?
New faces and strange words,
Paradigms collapsing,
Secrets held in a smile,
Love in eyes.
These songs are all foreign to me,
In new keys that seem
Like ones I used to know
In another lifetime,
Where a smaller mind gave itself
To another childhood
Spent in the rapture of musical figures,
Harmonious beasts.
I have lived through every plot,
Heard each chord resolve,
Yet surprised when the movies
Appear before my eyes
Disguised as real life, with neighbors
In roles
And children playing games once reserved
For heroes.
The things I know have settled naturally
Into the dust.
The hands reach out to say I'm here
To learn something,
You cannot spend this life swaying
In the breeze.
The ground must fall away
So you can fly.
