There’s a wall Separating present from the past Concrete, steel and bricks are built to last People in the queue of reminiscence Please, don’t join the line
You can’t rely Leaning on this shoulder means no good See me turn away my head without a second look Half-familiar faces Drowning in the crowd without resisting
Any more words would not make any sense When no gesture nor phrases offend All chances, buried in time And time is vast Any more words would not make any sense When no gesture nor phrases offend All chances, buried in time And time is vast
In the end Memory’s biochemical synapse Proteins help to bypass larger gaps Millions of connections Branchings built on nuclear command
On the day When all physical journeys will end Will you come here to visit again? If there’s more to this than sciences and facts We’ll meet again My friend
