Looney

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

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