Long forgotten words are suddenly
Reappearing in my memory, during
This time that is a strange mixture
Of a wide spectrum of times past.

Perhaps it is just because the lights
Keep changing colour, and I see
A thousand different shades
Reflected on my hands that have
Not felt this young in too many years

I cannot remember the last time
I was surrounded by so much that is
Completely unfamiliar at once.
Somehow every face manages to be
Completely different from any I have
Ever seen before.

Faces are like songs...
From a finite collection of elements,
Compounds so different can emerge.
Music is music as people are people.

I stand out because I blend in...
I am unique because I am average.

So much must have happened
While I looked the other way...
Or possibly it was just that
Some doors did not open themselves
To me as they did to all these
Other people who have not seen
So many components of my life.

Everything must have started
Somewhere, sometime, and just
Grown from there and then into
What they are for so many.
And what was started must
Someday be finished, even though
That idea is as incomprehensible
As eternity.

12/20/2003

Posted on 12/21/2003
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