though seasons change and things and people die
though everywhere I see how much is lost
I hope all be retrieved someday past time
the only thing that makes it not so hard
positions switch and points of view decline
and dreams not necessarily come back
I hope all will be caught someday past time
both still and moving, full and growing wide
let it drop
let it loose
control free
diaries burn
burn
though railways rust and close no more to be
though music fails to call those feelings in
I hope all be retrieved and even more
we will recall with joy how much there was
26/12/2008
