06/03/03

I once met a Man

I once met a man.

Whether this meeting was a dream

Or an actual event

I just cannot determine.

For the recollection is buried deep

In my subconscious.

And surfaces on rare occasions

This man would not tell me his name

Nor wither he came from.

Other than that he came from the past

To warn the present of the future.

He claimed to have waded

Through the swamps of time

To reach this world of mine.

His face is a mystery to me

His features constantly changing

Evolving

Never settling for more than a second

Before moving on.

As if he was one and all humankind.

A messenger bearing warnings from our collective mind.