SOMETIMES WHEN I FORGET
Sometimes when I forget
Where I am, where I will be tomorrow
Blessed memory can take me on it's wings far, far away.
When the pain gets too much
Pass my finger across the strings
The wooden body hums, the wooden body needs that much.
The flesh is weak but the mind,
Permits some delusions
The time for illusions has gone.
Sometimes when I forget
Where I am, where I began
Where I am and what I've become:
Insomuch
Where I can be in the long years to come.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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