Portraits out of time
Rather faded and prosaic
Wouldn't mean a thing, to anyone but me
Blending old with new
Changing with every season
But accruing dust obscures my view
The longer I wander
The more the past recedes
The longer that I wonder
The more it seems like someone else's dream
The longer I ponder
All that lead me here
The stronger are the bonds that
Hold me fast when all else will disappear
Failing to believe
All that I was promised would be
Even though I'd tried
And found it to be true
Listening to fools
Who think the answers they have found are
Of any consequence outside their own minds
Maybe I've seen enough
At least for now, or else I may be lost
in places I should never linger for too long
