Look back – you can only see inversions of the truth
Can you see yourself in the mirror
A pale reflection of our own insecurities
A sildent shudder from the cold perspiration
That runs water ringlets down your nose
To lick your lips the taste of your diluted urine
Brings back bitter sweet memories
On that couch where her scent clung to you
Can yoiu still find the flower in her hair?
A soft jazz enlightened moment
As piano trills fill the air
The iris grows in recognition
Whilst the eyelid closes
To shut out the light of reason
We could be damned for this
But let the first stone be cast
By the one who is without sin
On our own internal pilgrimage
To find a sense of peace within
Can we see through their magic
And illuminate the darkness behind the eyes
Is this a twisted madness
Or a desperate love story gone wrong
As that crumpled paper becomes
The paper aeroplane which unfolds
Into that uncreased white sheet
To lose ourselves in the depths of it’s purity
Could we ever be this clean?
Our lives stuck on rewind
As we are bound to the mortal irony
That we should all become relics
Of our own bygone times
