15 July 2012

Well there's a young boy here And he looks quite familiar He said he was lost out in town Asking me if I've been found

Has my past caught up with me? Or am I looking at my future me? Either way it's far too complex Here and now trying to forget In a past with future regrets

Cigarette smoke clears a room Mirror reflects what you don't hear Television news cheers a tune Echoing patented genetic fears

The silent puppet master Tugs the strings you're after Socialising at the after-show party With a backstage invitation for me

The young lad smiles too sad Late night dreams he's often had Of a future he's not yet glad His past was just too bad

Some dwell too long in a past Believing answers when asked Some linger without being arsed Forgetting questions at last

I turn to the boy and say: "Maybe we found each other today Go back home, have fun and play Remember me again some day"

smellyfingersRemember Me • Opuss № I