I seem to have forgotten as time goes by that life is like a hurricane or a bullet train,
Dark places, the quiet lethality of velocity which grants one the opportunity to look back and-
Well it seems to me the mirror that holds a smile with teeth should shatter,
Those grim stops in sinister stations where we mourn the dead should end the world as the rails crackle magnetic,
I don't know who I am anymore.
Time forces it all forward and I watch the snow fall.