“I feel as if my life is passing in a dreamlike fashion, like sand slipping through my hands...”

Another soul answered...

So it’s a deep blue see-through membrane that protects us It connects us, a pulsing cellophane Party-train skein that helps us and Envelopes and keeps us locked inside Forever and ever along for the ride And we’re moving through a phosphorescent gel A semi-solid self-lit ocean and it’s a funny notion, isn’t it? Yeah, but I’m kinda digging it And it’s rigged and isn’t nearly so big And it speaks only of its own perpetual near miss Like the uncertain memory of a stranger’s mistaken kiss As faces slide by in glowing shadows Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down In epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers In a landscape of endless dull glitter And a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter We exhaust ourselves trying to get there So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved And we were never connected or involved Except for the intersections and crazy mathematics With no time and no space and no schedule and no place And they pass right through us without a trace And sometimes that music drifts through my car On a spring night when anything is possible And I close my eyes and I nod my head And I wonder how you been and I count to a hundred and ten Because you’ll always be my hero, even if I never see you again