Life is but a papertrail of memories
which fits together well at first
but then it splinetrs into pieces
of thoughts how things would be and how they were
Splendidly it finds it way
into ones mind again and over
to break the routine of the day
and leaves with everything that's sober
talking you into odd new actions
the trail resumes its life alone
leaving you behind with a lot of new passions
which lead you very far from home
Eventually you're gone and alone
life is crumbling from your fingers
and you wait for the ringing of the phone
as the papertrail of broken memories lingers
