Nostalgia

I stand before a wall in time, Gazing through a lake of steel. The echoes I can never mime; Memories I cannot feel. I cast my hand upon the glass, Reflecting feelings long ago; Reflections scattered bare and sparse, Distorting what I think I know. What was I searching for before? A flicker of a shadow now? Still lying on this dusty floor; Shall ever I discover how? The slippery slithers in my brain That tell me of my burning desires Can recollect the past in vain But fail to quell their raging fires. Beliefs that linger on my tongue Will seek to penetrate my lips And as they do, my eyes are stung By all their sharp, deceptive tips. Forget the name that once meant much; Remember one who spoke to you… But when you feel, in time, that touch, You start to think it was untrue. Who, now, can tell me what is right And put me down for what I feel? With me, do you still seek to fight When all this time it was not real? Should we forget about our dreams? Are we to turn away or hide? For when we start to mend these seams, Have we to lose ourselves inside?