Staying on track
'till March 14,
But I'm trying to go back,
Can you feel it slipping?
I'll hold it,
I'll fold it
And put it away
'till you can't even think about it anymore.

But high on a stack
Of unopened books,
When you've pried away
All the rust and sawdust,
If you're trying to find
Just a piece of my mind
That seems to exist in earnest —

Bit of unfinished business,
A quiet thought
That you really can't overthrow the rest with;
If you'd really rip all the way through Mordor,
This is how you can trust the rest to live.

Posthumous justification —
Really don't know what came through with this one, but
Oh, please have fun when I go.

And if you go and ask a question,
Really do be careful with the answer, lest you find
Something I don't want to know.

And if I go away,
You'll never go away…
I've tried to find the time,
But I can't bring myself to

Go away;
It never goes away;
And you can't step in the same river twice.