i am my greatest enemy

This forgotten song needs you even less that you need it,You needed it yet your deaf, you block, an airlock. Beguiled, you Permit yourself to hear. Yet the sound just pass through like tea in a cup full of holes. So you forget the song again. You forget everything, your mind like a paint brush with white paint that keeps painting over, all that is colour. A dumb central phase which sours in memory. The groove all so dated, so PERFECT, now gone, so flat p l a i n , so UnTimely timeless. Your recollection is the cushion of a vocal HARMONY.So perfectly harmonized white, blank, space, voiceless, tasteless, mawkish, embarrassing, overlush, to retie the frayed laces of your years. Untied. Rusted. Old and Crusty. It Bre aks. Bre aksdown. Timeless. U n t i m e l y ...................... ..................