Where am I now?
Film reels and blurred escapades start, stop, yet always play
All these shades of fiction change what would otherwise behave
Naked eyes and lady fingers
Sent to bed betrayed without a plate of dinner
I can't remember anything
My childhood or anything that is resembling a youthful past
It moved too fast
We only groan when the sun escapes us
That extra hour in a bed of dead leaves
Head cheese, these dire days are too messy.
We only pry when we're mystified, like
These precious 'why's might encapsulate our lives
A brand new everything
Glyphs are all we ever see