Once you've turned around, and laid down
And dried to the music, or a film about love
You feel like you've died
And you feel like you're alive
To such extremes that you tear yourself in two
While one half ruminates upon the past
The other stands and looks back at you
And tears that used to come from innocence
Now come from memories
And fear
And hopelessness
Because, of course
You don't know what to do
But after a few days
As an automaton
You will run desperately at a new dream
And into a wall.