Music and words can block out sound
But cannot block out thought;
I drive and drive to clear my mind
But don’t find what I’ve sought
It all surrounds, envelops me,
The rain, the fog, and you;
I cannot see, I cannot hear,
And nothing that I do
Has saved me from the blinding truth
Here in the fog and rain:
That you and I will never,
Ever,
Be the same
Again
Oh my goodness gracious! I love this so much! To whom should I give credit for this poem and its accompanying picture?
this is one of my favorites, Owen….thank you!
You can never step in the same river twice! Nice.
Wow. So much truth in this.