a_distant_memory

the replay of a distant memory the vision of a fading dream time will always tell water flows downstream the leaf drifts with the current, not knowing where, how, or why the man stands ashore, bound by the sight of his eyes the swan sees the river, looking down from the skies why it starts, how it flows, where it meets the sea and dies when dawn breaks, the morning wakes, the sun rises, and it becomes day clouds are born with a thirst to cry, gliding upwind to rain once more water flows, rises, and pours, and time will always tell the replay of a distant memory the vision of a fading dream