Programming
when this was originally written, it did not have a title. the title was added much later.
Memories of another time and place
Crowd my head
Voices of long ago
Talk to me
Convincing me of what is no longer true
Maybe never was
I don’t know how to silence this madness
God have mercy
On this tormented soul
And as I hand over
What it is I cannot do
I feel a peace and tranquility
Unlike ever before
And staring out at the stars
I see a purpose to this all
And I know I am not mad.
