by: W. Dire Wolff - Copyright 1998

People that become somebody
They never end
They never die
It’s only the stillness
That waits inside
And holds no lock
Or forgotten
Or quiet
And in the eve
Where time was beginning
I stood outside myself
And became no one
Where it was never
To be as yet before.

Then I remembered her
In yet another silent stillness
That crept from inside me
And left me outside her
And she was once
Something that became
Something lost
Like a silent promise
That stood outside myself
And I became someone
That still believed
In what I was
Once before
Once again
Once lost in stillness
Once lost in silence
Where never became
As yet before....

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