Chunks of life disappeared before my very eyes
On my way home, contemplative, looked to the skies
Brightness covered my memories but something dark too
Shadows of lost time, shadows rang loud and true
The mystery of this headache puzzles my cells
The wind at my back, pushing me forward tells
Schedules have changed, faces have aged
Is that you, it’s me don’t you know, are you caged?
I have run, I have walked
I have crawled through these halls
I have stayed, I have prayed
I have scratched up these walls
Another world, another life, another death, another story
I’m too far gone, but I want to start again towards glory
A silence hovers like fog, like a rug, like a blanket
Sentiment rushes, it kisses, on a page, just a sank bet
I have run, I have walked
I have crawled through these halls
I have stayed, I have prayed
I have scratched up these walls
The precious past seems looney now, how could I.
Years of this unknown laboratory, thought I would buy
Starting again, the mess, the greatness, the magic smile
Earth stops then, now, and again, but it’ll be a while.
I have run, I have walked
I have crawled through these halls
I have stayed, I have prayed
I have scratched up these walls
-Jason L. Scarabin, 15:35 PT, Sat. 03 March 2012
