When I was a boy
I explored underground tunnels I could walk through
Water flowing
Constant echoes
Sometimes I saw a face in a distant darkness
An old man’s glowing bald head
Peering at me from that darkness
Trying to talk to me
Beckoning to me to follow him into the darkness.
I remember that boy
Those tunnels I walked through
That face I saw
That raspy whispering voice.
Looking in the mirror sometimes…
I see that THAT face I saw so long in the echoing darkness
Was my face
Is MY face
NOW.
(Oh what would have happened had I ran through the darkness after the old man’s face that is MY face now…
Oh what would have happened to the boy that I was…
Had I met the old man I am now…
In the darkness
In my Echoes. )