Last night I went back in time
Met my brother, classroom outside
He was glad to see me
He thought I was forty

These spaces are so easy
I can move about them freely
And I need to show you somehow
I need to show me somehow…

We aren’t locked in here
This distress is self-inflicted
We are a picture painted once
And live it through this dimension

We suffer through dementia
Our sense of time, amnesia
Looking ahead as always
Not realizing we move backwards

He wasn’t surprised to see me
He was excited, smiling
As if he knew it was me
And through this self-determined dreamstate I wandered, like many times before
Looking to my childhood
Wanting to know more
But he knew more

We can travel time in this consciousness
And I will figure out just how
I will tell you the future of now
Precognition is getting stronger
I know you see it in me
But I am still learning the ropes
So please go easy… on me

Let’s slowly remember our abilities
And stop this ruthless game
I would simply die if I saw us crumble
Before we actually changed

Is this picture painted?
Or can we change it along the way?
Keep me informed, smart and strong
Let me show you the way

(Written in 2012/03)

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