Thursday, 10 May 2012
“I wanna go back, go back, and do it all over, but I can’t go back I know.” –Eddie Money: I Wanna Go Back.
Time marches ever onward,
And I am a soldier marching
A funeral dirge, always with
My left foot forward first.
I can’t beat this steady rhythm
That carries me forward,
Like the ocean at my back
Pushing me out to sea—
A land-locked vessel tossed
Around the ocean like a feather
In a hurricane, shredded apart
By the hands of Mother Nature.
My name is not Virginia,
And I did not line my pockets with rocks,
But I did wade into this storm upon the ocean,
And I did intend to get lost among the waves.
Here, in the calm before the storm,
Time and space don’t matter,
Because neither will come to save me
When my ship sinks, and I drown.