Change they say is inevitable
But Who is that?
I see every day now, but hardly recognize
The Stranger, in the mirror
The clear eyes, the light hearted smile…
Easy happiness in the little things..
Innocent. I was. where was I now?
Rather what am i now? I wonder.
In the nights, on the cot
After all is still and quiet
waiting for that sleep, still eluding
I lie, search for me, as I remember
I shut my eyes tightly
And search within
For a trace of me,
as I, long ago, had been
Dark it is… inside…
And quite heavy too
Nothing that I want to see
Nothing that I want to be…
Hot tears escape through…
Through, the closed eyes
And run down my cheeks
Before dying into the pillows…
Probably the last proof
Of my existence, as I once was
As I only and I, only, remember.
Change, they say is inevitable.
