whatareyouthinking

My emotions encased in mucous
My soul suspended in glue
My mind’s eye, a blind pimple
Armed and ready to pop through
The thick glass wall that separates
Me from the depths of experience
And the space that separates
Time from the present tense

I want to feel the way I will
About the memories I’ll hold dear
I want to feel the way I’ll feel
When I reflect on now, another year
I want to feel the way I will somehow
I want to feel—Nostalgia Now

The light is on but my eyes closed
I’ve not yet learned to reopen
Taste and see the food is good
But I vaguely taste the hoping
Of all that’s good and great, and God
Will free my senses from their prison
As neurons mourn the master’s return
For a body and soul collision

I want to feel the way I will
About the people I hold dear
I want to feel the way I’ll feel
When I reflect on them, another year
I want to feel the way I will somehow
I want to have—Nostalgia Now

The novelty of each moment
Like lifetimes of nothing new
And the best times of life
The toughest to get through
Phantom feeling, a fantasy
I cannot fathom, grasp or seize
Though I know the present won’t measure up
To its future memories

© 2008 J. Marshall