I'm holding on by a string to the core of my being <br />Being told in a dream of a new kind of stream <br />Where the images fly, and some fall and die <br />To be gathered in a world they never knew <br />Pieces of the puzzle, but only a few <br />And though it may seem strange <br />how our lives do change <br />In the blink of an eye <br />And some will cry <br />It's a terrible blow <br />for those who know <br />And we long to forget <br />Those we never have met <br />As we try to get back <br />Find our way through the stack <br />But the memory we lack <br />And the screen has gone black <br />Still, I hold this string <br />To strum and to sing <br />Out of the dark, a single spark <br />A new way to go for those who know<br /><br />Robert Lloyd Palmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/string-theory-2/
