Three-legged race. One leg is gone. A mirage now in place. Dreading the dawn. The room is too wide. The ceiling is low. I’m on the other side. With nowhere to go. Oh, the memories slipping. The rocks stopped skipping. I’m the pause in your head. The thing you’ve not said. The brotherhood’s bruised. Confused and abused. You’re looking for roots. Deep in the mud. Stuck in your boots. Thicker than blood. The garden is red. Only seen from afar. I’m the unmade bed. In the back of the car. Up the hill. Down the drain. Keep it still. Wash the pain. Are you all alright? Did I take your only light? Oh, the memories slipping. The rocks stopped skipping. I’m the pause in your head. The thing you’ve not said. The brotherhood’s bruised. Confused and abused. The clock is wrong... Our time is gone... We are now few... Out of the blue...
