The Same
The thought will wrap around me,
regardless of what's true:
to be with you again
and start that life anew.
But what good could thus be had
from returning to the game?
I have not changed one little bit.
You are still the same.
The whisper of the serpent
tickles in the ear;
in the mists of faded memory
what man can see quite clear?
But where could we find refuge
from the fire of that flame?
I have not changed one little bit.
You are still the same.
I remember how it ended;
how it broke beneath the weight
of both our hearts upon it,
how redemption came too late.
And what good would it do us
to return to hurt and blame?
I have not changed one little bit.
You are still the same.
How much I wish to do it,
to wrap your arms around me
like somebody coming home,
and fall through infinity.
But where does that all end,
To launch without an aim?
I have not changed one little bit.
You are still the same.
