Near-Life Experience

Eyeshutters catch remnance of being Once were, now is injustifiably different; ***** How man strays off beaten paths. Cold, stale air in which i breathe wrapped up in a pretzel-like jacket amongst other kindred spirits Unbenounced to me where we're going. Names leave and faces rendered obscure Hints that my senses are dissipating I watch myself watch emptiness For the last time. Almost as if i take people with me In my thoughts, in my souls But, Ah..., They aren't mine to keep Just to remember until we meet again