Who, What, Where, When,
Have you been?
Hanging hard on the edge of every whim.
Remembrance of then, and now,
It is all relevant some how...
Desolate distance,
Causing criminal indifference,
Incompetent insistence,
Please, oh please,
What does it all mean?
I've seen it all live and die,
Different walks of life.
How is it that I, am not surprised to find,
My own two feet, walking against me.
Who, What, Where, and When,
Have you been?
I can taste the shape of things to come,
Laced, leaving traces on my tongue,
Familiar, leaving me undone.
You know where I will be.
You know where you can find me.
Under the shadow of the sun.
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