Sometimes

 

  From second sight

  To mole mindless

  From sun king

  To deaf and eyeless

  From gentle breeze

  To freezing pit

  We ring up these changes

  The world rearranges

  What we knew

  And what we see

  Sometimes I remember

  Every life

  I have ever known

  Can recall everything Iíve known

  Sometimes I am dismembered

  Sometimes Iím blown away

  Nothing more than

  An empty room

  An empty head

  An empty heart

  An empty bed
 

- Ken Peters
 

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