Je ne t’aime plus
Memories Live!
Memories live within me, you know they wont die,
faces flash but I have no sight, outside of my inner world there is no light.
Thought travel at speeds unimaginable,
faster than light time, hypersonic in my mind,
confusing all of my rhyme,
this must be criminal, it cannot be denied.
But I know you couldn’t care about me, if you tried.
Its not so hard really, being the king of sorrow. All you need is some anguish, a ton of regret, a dash of the blues, and a sprinkle of your forget.
A mystic sees time as endless and yesterday, tomorrow and never, forever now. A mystic sees love as elaborate and passionate, evidently clear, perpetuating without fear, the only purposeful frontier for himself to pursue. A mystic sees inside you and knows your secret heart, a mystic writes about truth, and rips the veil apart.
A mystics ways are ambiguous, chaotic it may seem. Follow closely, dont lose sight, these steps must be taken, for you to understand this insight.
Je ne t’aime plus, is what he said.
Still, the memories live in my head!
-JMS
