All Is Not Lost

Looking back into the passage of the past

Deep into the long straight hole of existence

Where unremitting memories start and stop

Like subways click-clacking from out of the dark

Seeking truth inside the tunnel of lost time

Dark beyond the illuminated exits

Where regrets and pure delights step on and off

Like tourists seeking out the finest locales

Beating back against the rushing cavern walls

Chanced upon each arrival and departure

Where wayward spirits reach out for one last ride

Like ghosted hobos hoping all is not lost