I Love Watches
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008why cannot we all see that we are not we
you are not really you and me is not me.
i cannot judge, i cannot complain
i cannot preach, my words are in vain.
i sometimes too, find it impossible to see
past myself and our beautiful hypocrisy
we live now, we cannot live then
but all the past becomes the future again and again.
time swirls all around us, and we are held firm
once in its slick grasp, there is just no place to turn.
the sweet sense of self and the arrow of time
the power of us, that sense of divine.
we go to bed exhausted and tumble asleep
our dreams very fleeting and sometime we keep
a little sense of what was just seen
a little memory of what could have been.
but identity is always locked down so tight
defended with false valour, there is no respite,
we wake and are straight back,
the same feeling again
the endless struggle to become so much more than just men.