there's a hundred thousand people I haven't met today
scribbled on old scraps of paper that I meant to throw away
they're getting farther from the truth that I wish for them to be
but none of them are me
behind every sorry ending that I forgot to become
he started draining through my eyes until we blurred into one
they were statues made of salt and crawling to the sea's verge
begging to submerge
out of all the times and places I am here and I'm now
made of all the stars and galaxies who just couldn't bow
to the will that god invented but cannot recall how
just pray without doubt
Wes Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-remind-me-of-2/
