THE LAST THING I REMEMBER is a flurry of mayhem and images,
Then silence and Im alone.
With pink snow falling from a cloudless sky, wondering if this life was mine,
I wandered on foreign soil.
Ive heard the battle cries and seen friends die.
Survived with glory, never knowing why.
I feel the pain of mental scars and try
To acknowledge living proof that you beholdor so Im told.
THE LAST THING I REMEMBER is swimming with sharks and running from bulls,
And fearless for bigger thrills.
I raised my fist to protest war, kicking up sparks and pushing the pulls
Of strange men who held the strings.
I crashed my car when NY streets went dark,
Then walked away as if Id left my mark.
I followed Garbos ghost thru Central Park
Right to her doorstep a secret I would holdor so Im told.
Its all a blur of forgotten years, swirling like stars unaligned.
We reminisce, but the memories appear as imagined fiction while the facts unwind.
THE LAST THING I REMEMBER is chasing moments and fleeting thoughts
Of places I had called home.
A frozen breeze hung from a limb, looking for missing pieces to fill
The puzzle worn on my face.
Im everywhere, but nowhere in my head.
Im dreaming life in someone elses bed.
Im given blood, but feel like Ive been bled.
Everyone should have a life so rich and boldor so Im told.
The only thing I know for sure is I dont know THE LAST THING I REMEMBER.