Now this broken moment Creates a strange fusion of day and night, A complaint stands close by Desperate to express itself But finds no page of history empty.
Where should I find the persona, The identity, The moment's sun-n-shade, That once came into my doorway With the smile of childhood?
Why has this procession of remembrance started? Why this broken fractured story calls me closer? Why can't I retrace the steps of the path I once walked? Why can't I grasp a connection in the tale? Why can't I thread the past into a unified whole?
