I can hear the echoes of days long gone
they created certain energy that must linger on
I can feel the ripples, rattling my brain
a strange, uncertain frequency
that causes joy and pain
but how can I feel so strong, so real,
and at the same time sometimes feel
that life here’s not a really big deal?
What’s the deal?
Every word that I’ve heard said
is bouncing through walls in my head
through the twisted labyrinth
they’ve not escaped there since –
they follow my dreams to bed
Why can’t we stop wondering “why”
when we know the answers -
they’re written in the sky
but we wonder, ponder, pace, and cry –
“WHY?”
And then I hear the echoes flowing through the days
like a fallen drop of water ringing through a cave
and I remember “why”
but it hurts, just the same
to know or not to know
why it’s this far that I came
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