Aug 17, 2005 21:50
There exists this string, or is it a thread,
That runs from the past and into my head.
All historic events and great lessons learned,
connect to my mind to be twisted and turned.
And this string carries on, or is it a thread
that links past to the future, through the thoughts in my head.
Great theories, and books and formulas, wot.
Carry outward from me and this string that I've got.
Now what is this string were suddenly cut.
and the past spewed forth to the world and its glut.
Then our future, oh future, dim does it seem
without the past's great treasures that sparkle and gleem.
The ambiguous they, needs to make future life better.
Rather than ensnare, and enslave, and encircle with fetters.
We once stood a chance, but it's happened they said.
When they broke that string that ran through my head.