an image from a long long time ago is haunting me, it plays itself with picture perfect clarity a certain walk a certain talk -forever twenty-three- for only me to see I watch it like a movie the details so consume me whats real will surface when its gone (and then its gone) by now youve heard the news what is there left to do I watch it like a movie the details so consume me whats real will surface when its gone (and then its gone) your face looks so familiar unwashed and quite peculiar no I cant say that I recall I guess its gone