Don’t much matter when
you’re sitting, remembering
everything that made sense
the past doesn’t always hurt
so this is me embracing it
the measurements on scale
from shock to numb
what’s love got to do with this
doctors giving reports and
I’m on the sideline looking translucent
playing music, to move his
soul to the flow of life’s movements
man is literally living in the machine
I sit silent as tears visually mix
thoughts up in the air
it’s not suppose to be like this
lost for words, light seems dark
soul searching as his mind forgets.
