my hiding place, i fear i will forget you

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Free, light.

 

I stretch my face towards the sun,

smells of Bombay buzzing

all around me.

I listen to the troubled murmurs of my heart,

like children playing outside.

Dancing seems natural.

 

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Fear, flight.

 

I plead.

Gasping for air.

Somewhere in the middle,

The questioning looks.

Scraping a crayon with a coin;

shedding uselessness.

I am stuck.

 

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Free, light.

 

Flesh is locked.

I thought worship was freedom

out of loneliness.

To survive is to hustle.

Guilty faith.

Beat this moment,

Bring your hope into a hopeful situation.

Rush through days, galaxies.

Scrape the moon.

Stop wondering.
 

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Fear, flight.

 

Landing on the floor with a thud.

There is no need for words.

Night and day just never meet.

With nothing on my mind;

Nor desires for crazy fares.

I reach the sacred space.

Happiness in sorrow would be bearable.

 

I fear that I will forget you;

My hiding place.

Memories, memories.

When the heaviness lifts,

that moment is magic.

The past, present and future converging.

Free, light.

 

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