There’s a wall
Separating present from the past
Concrete, steel and bricks are built to last
People in the queue of reminiscence
Please, don’t join the line

You can’t rely
Leaning on this shoulder means no good
See me turn away my head without a second look
Half-familiar faces
Drowning in the crowd without resisting

Any more words would not make any sense
When no gesture nor phrases offend
All chances, buried in time
And time is vast
Any more words would not make any sense
When no gesture nor phrases offend
All chances, buried in time
And time is vast

In the end
Memory’s biochemical synapse
Proteins help to bypass larger gaps
Millions of connections
Branchings built on nuclear command

On the day
When all physical journeys will end
Will you come here to visit again?
If there’s more to this than sciences and facts
We’ll meet again
My friend