Oh, where has all the time gone, where?
It's flown away, I'm left behind.
Remembering them all, I stare,
I watch the different styles of hair,
the clothes, the friends, some cruel, some kind.
Oh, where has all the time gone, where?
The times, like voices, are not there,
not anymore, they're hard to find.
Remembering them all, I stare
so stupefied into the air,
as if I could reach out and bind.
Oh, where has all the time gone, where?
The places, physically are there,
their spirit's gone, their eyes as blind.
Remembering them all, I stare,
I see but I can't touch, like air,
can't grasp, my teeth I grind.
Oh, where has all the time gone, where?
Remembering them all, I stare.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
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