Like a mirror... with a visual of an image that could be me

Faded to grey in a background of noise

Invisible... non-existant...

Like a heater on a summer's day

adding to the waves of suffering

Like a sharp stone carried by the wind

only to pierce the proudest brow

Like a hunter missing his prey

shooting the skies no diff' than a lost astronaut

Like plain ol' me, sitting in front of a bright LCD

hoping, counting... that the bitrate soars

that Scrabulous loads

devastated... such slow-ness... not seen since 1997

when i sent my first e-mail from my first notebook to my first friend

Janice

argh... life's like that...

when it all slows down to a standstill

you recall a name... you remember a scent... you wish you were there...

then you realise just how fast you were going

so quickly time speeds up to catch you

like a poisonous snare

before you know it, it's your birthday again...

pardon me, it was last month.

Like summer storms in Queensland

Like my favourite Jamiroquai song

Seven Days is too long my boy

Let's just be friends

It all comes together now... to define me

A girl riding on the fastest comet she can afford

Yet gripping onto the ice... afraid... as she spins around space in orbit

Helplessly obedient to the laws of this universe

But in the end... you find it...

The answer:

No turning back, no turning back

Defined in the sands of time

The same grains that fall between two halves of the glass

An appearance of human existence in futile routine

Yet, the grains as they fall... mark seconds and minutes

Hours which you will never live in again

No turning back, no turning back

When all slows down, and it comes to a stop

Time wins the race against you yet

Run with me sister

Carry me brother

Let's take this road together

No turning back, no turning back

Written on Tuesday October 16, 2007