an image from a long long time ago   is haunting me   it plays itself with    picture perfect clarity    a certain walk, a certain talk   forever twenty three   for only me to see      i watch it like a movie   the details so consume me    what's real will surface when it's gone   (and then it's gone)      by now you've heard the news   what is there left to do      i watch it like a movie   the details so consume me   what's real will surface when it's gone   (and then it's gone)      yr face looks so familiar   unwashed and quite peculiar   no i can't say that i recall   i guess it's gone