Tyranny Of The Remembering Self – Actor | Observer
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In service to a dying dream That fades as I wake As if it was never seen Run my fingers through a cloud of smoke A passing glance at a running joke
We try to bottle lightning But can’t recount how it truly felt If I can’t take this with me Then tell me how I can draw this out
Remembrance Experience For which do we live?
Drag me through and leave me broken The memory is all we need to feel whole again
But it’s just lines retraced Interpretation of the real thing That’s all that’s left We live in the past We’re pulled through everything We can’t react We just relive
The happiness we think we seek Is limited by our need To articulate precisely What we have achieved Sitting backwards on the train Everything is pulled away Moving forward every day Forced to watch where I can’t stay
Drag me through and leave me broken The memory is all we need to feel whole again But there’s nothing left