My friend is gone but she’s still here,
An eminence grise in a forgotten land.
It is truly terrible to confront the past
Without access to the present,
The gift of knowing the time of day
Or the answer to the riddle of the Sphynx…
My friend is gone but she’s still here,
An eminence grise in a forgotten land.
It is truly terrible to confront the past
Without access to the present,
The gift of knowing the time of day
Or the answer to the riddle of the Sphynx…