Passing Through

Sometimes as time slips by as usual And results are accepted as usual I find myself watching myself in despair Knowing that everything Is untouchable as usual back there Oh to reach back in time Catch a memory taste the Sweet sweat salty smell of Childhood’s bubbled innocence Some lives are made of missed moments Suppressed desires, lost opportunities Drifting together on unseen sunsets Until looking back is insufferable And finally, late, as usual One lives for the moment. Looking at tomorrow Expectantly While making today worthy Of memory