By the fire in this place,
as the time does pass,
and the ghosts of the past they float about the place,
by the fire in this place,
memories flicker here and there,
and light the eyes with expressive haste,
for sat here whilst time does fly,
ebullient of mind as gentle reminiscences,
do while away the time,
sentiment and sentimentality fly free,
with visions of the past,
and hopes of things to be bringing such effervescence,
in feelings as the world passes,
and out the window,
my train of thoughts flow like the sea,
for neither here nor there am I,
and what will be will be,
for how precious the time that distances you from the stress, the stress of living in modern society,
because division and inequality,
breed such destruction and create such poverty,
and ground down by the world,
I hope for better things to come but I am happy,
sat here by the fire and unencumbered by the world,
relaxing,
thinking of other things,
and with my thoughts flowing like the sea,
I am glad to relax, and I am glad to be me.
However, and wherever
However, and wherever you wish to be,
come rain or shine or the winter snows,
I wish for you,
I wish for you to carry on and forget about me,
because I,
I am but a memory,
so please,
please do not pine for me,
because I will be across the sea,
and although we have drifted apart,
do not hold bitterness inside you,
for what good is being frozen in time,
frozen in time,
thinking of a love that was never meant to be.