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
