Post 483: That Thing (4/17/10)

That Thing (3/7/10 c, 4/17/10 w)

An image on my mind, etched by the hands of time

I see you in younger days
And I remember feeling that I didn’t have
Didn’t have any time to waste
Or I would likely miss out on you

I don’t know if it was true

But I’ll never have to find out now
Now there is just one thing I need to know

That thing

That you have is your room
Will I ever be told what it is
Or what it represents
Because I can’t make any sense
Or for a logical conclusion, is it real or just my illusion
What is that thing

So many question best left answered by fate

The ones that we have to wait to see come true
But I know they will if I have, if I have you
And of that I have absolutely no doubt
I want to know everything I can about you
I’ve already learned, learned so much
But we may only have 40 years
So I’m kind of in a rush

That thing

That you have is your room
Will I ever be told what it is
Or what it represents
Because I can’t make any sense
Or for a logical conclusion, is it real or just my illusion
What is that thing

I’m looking for answers

The puzzle’s solution is up to you
I need to fill in the missing pieces of you
And this one is so strange that it virtually shouts out loud
And I need some help from you
Won’t you tell me, tell me
What is

That thing

That you have is your room
Will I ever be told what it is
Or what it represents
Because I can’t make any sense
Or for a logical conclusion, is it real or just my illusion
What is that thing