Trauma survivors often live in multiple time warps. The past, present and future all blur into kaleidoscopes that defy any sense in present time.
Have you ever felt as if your heart could touch the future
While your soul still remembers the distant past.
Have you ever felt your eyes reaching over the horizon
Even while your feet walk in tattered shoes of long ago.
Standing in the center while the earth spins its rhyme.
Standing oh so still,
In the pinwheel of time.
I have found my words shaping dreams of tomorrow
While my hands hold the clay that has long since crumbled.
I have heard the songs of the dawns yet to come
While the dust of yesterdays still blows across my path.
Standing in the center while the earth spins its rhyme.
Standing oh so still,
In the pinwheel of time.
Ooooh, Oooh, Ooooh. Oooooh, Oooh, Ooooh.
Will you join me cross the threshold of today
Bearing witness to the nights long forgotten yet leaving shadows?
Will you enter in the tapestries of now and to come
Holding threadbare souvenirs that weave tomorrow’s day.