Through Time

On warm late nights under bathroom lights, glancing in a cracked mirror things become less clearer.

Moving nearer to pass inspection, unrecognisable is the changing reflection that was once mine, shifting and blurring lines...I guess that's time.

Time.
Like back in ninety three when I was unaware of all the things I'd come to be.

I fell one day and broke my thumb. Cried in pain and ran to mum.

Schindlers list was out, it was too complicated.
I've seen it since, but now it's outdated.

The radio was on playing crackly sounds. Some white dude warning of informers around.

And back in ninety five when I was gifted a watch with a broken dial.
Always running around late with my gap tooth smile, while people tried to make sense of the O.J trial.

And in ninety seven when Kevin's parrot went to heaven.

Always misbehaving, that teacher called us satanic. Kate Winslet was naked in that movie Titanic.

And in ninety nine when Mandela stepped down.
Started drinking coffee and reading the papers while I frowned.

School was always such a mess. Scrawling secret memos on an ancient wooden desk.

Before the Y2K we braced for the millenium bug.
Nothing ever happened, looked to my brother and he shrugged.

Five years later started growing up and gained a few haters.

Chasing girls who were way out of my league. Lied about my age and hoped they'd believe.

Watching David Blaine, trying to learn magic.
The city was attacked, this year was fucking tragic.

And in o' nine I was doing less than fine, tried to move forward but kept getting dragged behind.

T was way gone, a piece of me died with her.
Locked myself away, held my knees while I'd shiver.

MJ died, a legend gone forever. But in my Ipod, he and Elvis live together.

On the plus side, Obama called for the closing of Guantanamo.
Wrote back about it and sent a letter to my penpal in Idaho.

And three years later the change keeps coming, it's unrelenting.
But I stay prepared for what tomorrow keeps presenting.

Through all the years things gained and lost.

I reaped my seeds, I paid the cost.

With the good comes bad, don't I know it.
But I push forward...for those who could'nt, I owe it.

I lost the past that I once had.

But I 'll keep time, it's all I have.