As we near the end
All we find
Is that alone we can't
hit rewind-
Can I compare this
to the dead
coming back
alive again?
Living here
As if they're real
As if they'd never
died back then?
Once again I
find myself
contemplating my
residual self:
The effects time has
taken on me
Who I was
and who i wanted to be;
And all those around
who cared to know,
if anyone at all,
who wanted to see
And your return,
In time, will show
What in fact will become of me?