alive but not quite still
living a time....a time to kill
tday i am someone tomorrow someone else
between changing masks the truth dwells
wish i cud wear my glasses again
i try....i try in vain
blue skies green grass
mean nothing to me alas
gluing together pieces of a vase
clutching to sand and then letting it pass
right now is a station in between the future and the past
the train stops for a fleeting while...the clocks been running fast
sympathy for the devil....clutching to the true
staring out...waiting for something long due
clock inches half past one
my time here is almost done
the whistle blows...all aboard
who knows what ahead is stored
into the night chugging along
i was here once....but not for long