RE-RUNS
Over and over, the memories pass.
Shadows and lights in the mind.
Summer and songs, and a soap-opera cast,
like an old show of re-runs in Time.
The Saturday series. The Sunday review.
The dramas we lived through the years.
Over and over, I see pictures of you.
Sometimes you're smiling. Sometimes in tears.
(Chorus)
A reel unwinding, then running again.
Over and over, a Time-Warp in mind.
I move through the days, wondering when,
again I'll start living in present-day time.
It's a surreal theater, where film has been spliced,
into pictures in patches of whimsical scenes.
Heart-wrenching tragedies. Romantic spice.
Worry, and wonder,and yesterday's dreams.
I know I'm not drowning. Is Time winding down ?
Are all of us caught in a Cycle's review ?
Are the scenes of a lifetime spinning around,
downloading now, before starting anew ?
(Chorus)
A reel unwinding, then running again.
Over and over, a Time-Warp in mind.
I move through the days,wondering when,
and where, and what, is present-day time.
(Copyright 1997-"Future Folk" Music-Betty Curtis)