the screen

the road is long and the valley is wide cutting its path through time littered by what you've left behind a photo on a shelf a moment frozen in time faded memories of self behind a glassy shine see places you'll never be things you'll never see here on your fancy screen with each new day you're slowly rotting away a mind turned to mush and a broken crooked spine is this a dream is this reality is this fantasy on your fancy screen ---- in another world you were a big gun you carried your weight and you won you tossed a coin and rolled the dice you got a chance to play in paradise A wolf amongst sheep you moved whistling to the tune of a happy mood now the guns are turning on you and they won't stop till they're through the weight can't be left behind as all but you is swept away by the tide --- Is memory but a dream are we all that we seem are we born again each day as the old fades away a photo on a shelf a moment frozen in time faded memories of self behind a glassy shine see places you'll never be things you'll never see here on your fancy screen with each new day you're slowly rotting away a mind turned to mush and a broken crooked spine is this a dream is this reality is this fantasy on your fancy screen