Part 19: A Stranger to Today

A sip of love,
thats all that I need.
A sip of true love,
a moment of bliss
a memory of sorrow

For I've loved once
I've loved again
a time more than two
I have felt the touch
. . . and it is no mirage
and yet it isn't with me anymore

For what was mine
is what I never owned
and who I never belonged to
was just but a stranger

. . . ha!

That's love
My love
and I've walked passed it
only to keep looking behind
to see what isn't there anymore
to see what they tell me never existed

. . . if the only knew
I live in a world of dreams
I live in yesterdays and tomorrows
. . . for I am a Stranger to Today.

Part 18: Changed

They say I have changed,
They who never knew me.
Never knew who I was,
And will never know who I really am.

They say I have changed,
That I am becoming a differant person now,
But they never knew the person I was,
Not for a day, not even a moment.

And so I wonder,
who has changed indeed,
or what has changed, if I may say so.

Is it the window through which they see me?
Or
Is it the mask behind which I hide?

Has the fog of perception started to clear away?
Or
Has the myst of time begun to gather?

I really don't know,
But then do they?
They who say I have changed...
They who say you know me...

Changed they say...ha!