That I am suddenly in a different place,
this world of ours so fluid with change
I find I am constantly losing my own face
when everywhere motives we rearrange.
I’m sitting in my own privacy tonight
suddenly I have some flash of memory
I’ve been there before, I remember I might
have known better a circumstance, a story.
I wonder if everyone has that flash of significance
where they feel like if just for that single moment
I could walk back through space and take a chance
would I then feel better about the ills I lament.
When on occasion I do allow my mind to rest
the feeling is remarkable that life is not a test.