A Million Winters Back
April 5, 2015
I'm trying to remember the hollows of your neck
On that uneventful day
A million winters back
You I and I would sit alone for hours in your room
Lying on our backs and singing 'Exactly Where I'm At'
There's not much to consider now
Except how I did propose
The idea of your slavery
And how your eyes did close
And whisper to me gently
"We are all slaves here"
And that is when I noticed
Myself trembling with fear
Now I circle subway trains
And search for life's meaning
Discovering nothing more than uncertainty
Don't ask me to sing to you
Tell you how I am
There's nothing but a shell here
Of the person I have been
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