'I Think I Lost Myself'

I think I lost myself in the grasp
The past, the dash, the mass-media
Mingling for a feeling I can't have
We were just lying to each other
For another, to hover, to smother-yourself
for the lark, or just the hint of a laugh

For just the ghost of upturned lips
your hips, the dips, the rips-in your fabric
have caught my eye's wanderlust again
They rove over the misunderstood format
floor mat, oversized hat, the draft-you left
wide open when you broke me open

And the wind is cutting razors to my ears
open fields, your mothers tears, my fear-escapes
the blaze down the ladder and into the street
when im greeted by my oldest friends
who hang their heads, and music bends- the notes
and im happy to be one more pair of moving feet

My steps sound like thunder as i step in time
from side, to side, along for the ride-down
the corridor where this all started from
And the wind whistles a song for the moment
auromic, invloment, dissolvent-where im lost
I think i lost myself in the moment.........the song...