Last Encounter from Fireworks by Travelogue

I look into the mirror and at first glance I think
I am the same but I don’t recognize my face
When you and I were laughing, all things were different then
Now all humors just a clouded memory

I turn direction toward you. I try and meet your gaze.
A simple smile I thought was there then quickly lost
Although your name escapes me – you’d think I’d know by now
But all these words are mixed in clouded memory

Am I to die still waiting? Can I be reassured?
Without photographic proof I would forget
My giant taunts obscenely. my giant curses me.
Surviving detail of a vision that is gone.

This is my last encounter with things that I adore
Into these depths I see a glimpse of what is lost.
My world of passion waiting – my world of massacre.
Should I have finished what was started long ago.

Can I commit to memory these things that wander endlessly?
Can I commit to memory these things that wander endlessly?
Or are they gone forever? Are they gone forever?

• Electronic
• electronic and acoustic
• melodic and experimental
• pop and ambient
• Ohio