Among Future Memories
Today I took a trip
I walked down memory lane
where I saw some unfamiliar sights
that caused me some great pain
I saw a child run past my window
and my heart stuttered with shock
And then suddenly at my hanging door
I heard a low hard knock
Who is this, knocking in my brain
I said in my present voice
while on my trip down memory lane
I opened the door, and to my surprise
I saw looking back at me two young eyes.
They were blue and big
but they were long like twigs
Curly long locks down the back extended
Around the neck lay a demon like pendant
With a cold breeze my breathe was scant
I had empty lungs, and I started to pant
The child said to me 'Do not be afraid.
For I bring tidings of a future foundation laid.'
Gasp I did, my head grew laden
I wish God had taken me from this bittersweet haven
'Onward to life!' The child then said
and raised a pointed finger over its head.
The tale it told was cold and glum
full of woened nights and bottles of rum
I thought back to the present,
I thought long and hard
I couldn't remember this child in the slightest reguard
Is there a time when the present becomes past?
My mindset was made up, the present comes last.
I went back to the past, and recollected my thoughts
But the story from there I cannot recall
For at that very moment, I took a great fall
I was pushed, for certain, I could guarantee
That the small fragile child had surely pushed me
I woke up dead cold in bed sometime this year
I guess time had passed, for I had quite a beard
Where once was naked skin, barren
In a mirror, directly at it I was staring
I ran through my town of old,
and realized that my every possession was sold.
I found comfort in a river, ever clear and cold.
But as I was seated, I saw my life's own end,
for a mysterious child came around the rivers bend.
I walked down memory lane
where I saw some unfamiliar sights
that caused me some great pain
I saw a child run past my window
and my heart stuttered with shock
And then suddenly at my hanging door
I heard a low hard knock
Who is this, knocking in my brain
I said in my present voice
while on my trip down memory lane
I opened the door, and to my surprise
I saw looking back at me two young eyes.
They were blue and big
but they were long like twigs
Curly long locks down the back extended
Around the neck lay a demon like pendant
With a cold breeze my breathe was scant
I had empty lungs, and I started to pant
The child said to me 'Do not be afraid.
For I bring tidings of a future foundation laid.'
Gasp I did, my head grew laden
I wish God had taken me from this bittersweet haven
'Onward to life!' The child then said
and raised a pointed finger over its head.
The tale it told was cold and glum
full of woened nights and bottles of rum
I thought back to the present,
I thought long and hard
I couldn't remember this child in the slightest reguard
Is there a time when the present becomes past?
My mindset was made up, the present comes last.
I went back to the past, and recollected my thoughts
But the story from there I cannot recall
For at that very moment, I took a great fall
I was pushed, for certain, I could guarantee
That the small fragile child had surely pushed me
I woke up dead cold in bed sometime this year
I guess time had passed, for I had quite a beard
Where once was naked skin, barren
In a mirror, directly at it I was staring
I ran through my town of old,
and realized that my every possession was sold.
I found comfort in a river, ever clear and cold.
But as I was seated, I saw my life's own end,
for a mysterious child came around the rivers bend.