Nineteen Eighty Five
Shadows
through the window on the ride home.
Turn away to cull my reflection.
Strangers speak;
well at least you are alive, son.
Tears of joy, we have been waiting for so long.
I lost my life
in nineteen eighty five.
I left my life
in nineteen eighty five
and now I want it back.
Frightened
like an astronaut explorer,
lying looking at my childhood walls.
Twitching thoughts
deep recalled from damaged archives,
ghostly voices from the accident.
I lost my life
in nineteen eighty five.
I left my life
in nineteen eighty five
and now I want it back.
Walking
to the locus of my story,
the location of the lone survivor.
Nothing there.
Seems my memories are banished,
like my teenage years they've vanished in my sleep.
I lost my life
in nineteen eighty five.
I left my life
in nineteen eighty five
and now I want it back.
I lost my life
in nineteen eighty five.
I left my life
in nineteen eighty five
and now I want it back.
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