The End

Like a fly on the wall, I Watch
From the side of my life
Of whom do you refer to?
My name is not my own

 

My the spirits be passed
Through time and bodies
A spark flickers to and fro
My rollercoaster of sorrow

 

No one to answer at my demise
No face to fear
Float freely til' time stands still
Wait to be once again

 

My past is our past
Our future is yours

Reviews

[InkSlinger]

Again, another well written piece. Just enough to make me think, make me wonder where this might go.. Keep up the good work!