he past is a Pandora's Box And truth is just a paradox Like promising to never lie Let sleeping dogs and lovers lie You say our love is immortal Like the blood of a sea turtle But wasn't dear Dorian Gray Lone as an asteroid in space The clock puts its hands round The hourglass waist Like a tree that falls alone In the woods without a sound I can't be sure that I exist When you are not around From Socrates to Aristotle Man's greatest thoughts and deeds Are mere love notes in cheap beer bottles Floating out to sea We placed our bets about his fate Standing over Shroedinger's grave As Pavlov's dog chased the cat His heart bled like a red Rorschach