I’m falling
Through the clouds
Across the horizon
And I see
The ocean
A lonely island
And I wonder
What’s on that island
Turtles, shells, sand
I’m thinking…
The subconscious train winding itself
Through the forest of nerve cells and tissues
Collecting ideas and sounds along the way
Creating a sentence
Which I communicate with
But not to everyone
There’s some people I cant talk to
People from Russia, or Hungary
Dogs, cats, the grass
I wonder if there’s anything I can talk to on the island
I wonder…
Who will remember me
Who will forget me
I hope the people I care about forget
And the people I don’t remember
So no one has to suffer
And I’ll never die