It was not long before the technology came
And swept me along
Held me close to her
Taught me to live
Or stop living
Time slowed as my age did
But people went quicker
Until I shunned their fleeting company
Memories became dreams
Which were real?
Does it matter?
That house was white, not yellow
That house is long gone.
I see new things as I travel
New colours
New suns
When I’m tired I rest for a while
Then things are new again
For a while
What do you do when all is done?
Where to go,
when to all places I have gone?
Maybe I should change, recode my own parameters...
Yes! A rebirth!
Yes, I lived forever.
But now I need to be born again.
Time to die.
Time to die.
15.08.09
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