i have no life
it's what i tell people
knowing the life i have
is in a box
within another box
somewhere in another place
collected as images
tidbits of words
expressions in lyric
the minds has got to wonder
what the eyes are going to see
when the hands open those boxes
unpacking that life
re-reading that history
will the stories have changed
will pleasantries be stripped
the gloss of photos
replaced by expressions of regret
i have no life
like the life i've lived
the life i live remembers no past
the whispers in my head
are all my own
re-renderings passages gone
(july 2003)
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