Past Lives

Words: Abiyah
Music: Obafemi Kitching
Flow Tectonics Publishing (ASCAP)

i look in the rearview
and my sun is still shining
glare lighting the future sight
of directions i move in
i groove inside tongues of asphalt
paving ways
to brighter days, brighter days

i drive in dimlit tunnels
wallpapered with morse code lights that dance
in kaleidoscopic trance
fit me like a glove
love illumination

i say, i say

let our dwellings be built with bricks on solid foundations
move mountains of symphonies conducted on sandstone
i remove my disguise and give high-fives to my past lives
i remove my disguise and give high-fives to my past lives

the place where my thoughts are speechless and my speech is thoughtless
acts as a weightless net
bearing worlds caught in fractured feelings
of angels throwing curveballs of falling stars found in sidewalk cracks to grow
and shoot sprouts into veins of society

who would have ever know they would have grown?

i remember
i was a shoe
so i learned how to walk on seas and live in your footsteps

i remember
i was a piano
so i learned how to talk in keys and read in black and white

i remember
i was a book
so i learned how to spill the contents of my soul on the table

i remember
i was a bird
so i learned how to fly through wind tunnels on paper airplanes

i remember
i was you
so i learned how to look at myself in the mirror

i remember
i was you
so i learned how to look at myself in the mirror

please don’t say anything
i could not understand you anyway
unless time travel is your occupation
do memories float in one-two combinations
to knock my thinking out the box?
buy keys to life without the locks?

i remove my disguise and give high-fives to my past lives
i remove my disguise and give high-fives to my past lives