temporal desires
Feels like I’m always chasing someone inside of me.
They say it’s the person I used to be.
But the track is round and I don’t know with certainty
If it’s me who’s chasing him or it’s him who’s chasing me.
Is it really the person I used to be
That I’m trying so hard to see?
If I catch him it may be that he
Is the person I never thought I was or ever wanted to be.
Or that we were once twins but were separated unequally
And we ended up each being other than what we seem to be.
Sometimes I think that if I exceed light’s speed
On that round track that I could go back.
That it’s not our fate to exist in parted company.
Then that answer would not remain a mystery.
But if by chance we’re both walking on sand by an empty sea
And next to a child’s sandcastle we fall into the hole
Where the castle used to be
And in doing so simultaneously see
The horror of our whole that was always meant to be.
The doctor told me, doctors will ruin my health he said to me.
The doctor told me, doctors will ruin my health he said to me.
I said, “Yes I know that doc, I’m a doctor myself you see.”
I said, “Yes I know that doc, I’m a doctor myself you see.”