James Taylor - A Place

A place that can’t be touched,
By any mortals hand,
A place where you can’t walk,
Run, swim or stand.

A place where you are surrounded,
With memories from your past,
From birth to your final day,
Did it go to fast?

A place where you can’t feel,
Not even the hardest blow,
A place you can’t remember,
A place you don’t know.

A place you can’t escape,
No matter how hard you try,
A place with no emotions,
You can neither smile nor cry.

A place where there are angels,
But these are neither pure nor running rife,
These angels are you memories,
Simply brought to life.

A place you decide on,
By each day you live,
A place that you decide,
Who you spend it with.

James Taylor

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