After the moment ends and the silence has blackened the ears of the living;
After the creation of eternity from the multitude of moments locking into place;
After the forever after ends and all that remains is a period to mark the spot
of where young dreams used to lie tight in bed at night.
Never know after the after more,
to deserted cafes and revolution dreams.
To a time where time felt fine and where you knew what I meant.
To a time where I wasn’t afraid of what I dreamt.
Back to a place where I was what I knew
and back to a place where life seemed true.