Music is a time machine

 


When I close my eyes
will the light go out
all of every seconds surprise
along with assumptions doubt
my memories gone
my dreams
back to where I came from
when I go
is it back to a place to belong
I don't know.


Sometimes dreams
are like time machines
they can carry you back
like music it seems .



I travelled to a church
in a long gone December
that dimension
kind of hurts
as only I can remember
what I float within
has me submerged
just like the creditor
was once my lender
if this life is a bubble
it's going to burst
or have I already
surrendered.