A lazarus envy de On Broken Wings

Last night i realized
my excitement for
events that were
not yet my life
upon return
it's all in the past
it's all a memory
all my life is
is this moment
and what i can remember
what i cannot see
does not exist
and to think i
would have mourned
i fell in love with life
What i cannot see
does not exist
all my life is memories
to last night
we're shells
we're nothings