11.22.63

I walked through the cracks of years, Heard echoes of foreign goodbyes I wished I could leave a mark Behind the glass of unknown skies

I tried to capture the time Where history lost its rhyme Between “yes” and “no” it fell — A deafening shot chose well

I got lost beyond the dream, In an old life that stayed the same Same streets, same autumn’s gleam — But I’ll never be the same

Living someone else’s role, I found love was never fame Coming back, I lost control In a world between the frames

I burned my fate to ash, Lived between “was” and “will be” When the new November leaf will crash, Let no one stand to judge me