The days grow long and I remember
Fragments of old songs;
For all that I've done I'm not sorry,
Still say it was kind of fun.
It's hard to remember just why I
Had those bodies dismembered.
You say I should feel sorry and then I
Smile and you worry.
It won't be long now, don't you see?
These fragments of songs
Whispering to me, telling only me
Things still to be done.
[Posted on Sat, retroactive, due to power outage]