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Lost In Time

She is lost in time

And I am lost in my mind 


Out of the head and into the heart . . .

But the dying of the light has a head start . . .


I’ve been stuck in my own head for so long

That the beat my heart beats is weak

I took it for granted

Assuming it was strong 

But

The maze in my mind grew

While my heart rotted away 

When I met her

I thought what I always assumed would be true 


Out of the head and into the heart . . .

But the dying of the light has a head start . . .



I thought the coward was gone

I thought I was ready

I thought my heart would stay steady 


Heavy

It all got so heavy


My hearts beat was too weak to beat back 

The relentless attack 

From the maze between my ears

The maze that fed off of doubts and fears



The expanding maze grows in my mind

While she floats somewhere through time 

Somewhere between nostalgia and quick glimpses through my eyes

I thought all we needed was a little more time . . .

But time is what she is lost in

Where we begin is where we end

And then it all starts again

The circular nature of time?

Or the circular nature of the maze in my mind?


Will these patterns ever break?


Out of the head and into the heartbreak . . .

Where the growing darkness consumes at a rapid pace

Oh how a soul can ache . . .

Oh how I wish we can live in a past date



Grab the last star in the sky before it dies

Change our fate

Make a wish on it

Give me one last kiss

Before I say goodbye to best woman I ever met,

The lady lost in time



Out of the head and into the heartbreak . . .

I will wander

And I will wait

Lost in time

Or stuck in the mind

I will wait

For when the time aligns us again

When you are healed

And I am real

I will wait

I will wait for as long as it takes

I will grab the last star in the sky before it dies

And change our fate

After that

I’ll wait

For as long as it takes.


-CH 8/31/25

 
 
 

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