here. still.
Words from memories transform and morph about,
changing constantly like the landscape,
sliding past like the lines of the highway.
Always as distant as the ever present horizon.
The world changes, changes again. but yet, somehow
I always find myself here, where ever here happens to be.
Minutes sometimes year later always locked into some here.
Somewhere.
Faces vanish miles, moments, light years, a few city blocks away.
Everything blurs into a time lapse blur.
I wake up, shower, check my pockets;
keys, wallet, cell phone. I walk to the door.
It's time to go to college.
Somehow.
I wonder where here is, these days.
changing constantly like the landscape,
sliding past like the lines of the highway.
Always as distant as the ever present horizon.
The world changes, changes again. but yet, somehow
I always find myself here, where ever here happens to be.
Minutes sometimes year later always locked into some here.
Somewhere.
Faces vanish miles, moments, light years, a few city blocks away.
Everything blurs into a time lapse blur.
I wake up, shower, check my pockets;
keys, wallet, cell phone. I walk to the door.
It's time to go to college.
Somehow.
I wonder where here is, these days.