So much like a vivid dream from my childhood
People lose sight of each other
While time spins around them
Images and flashes and moments spin by
And they eventually become thankful for solid ground
Where they can stand after years of time have passed
They look for answers on the other side
For all the moments lost
Yet there remains a respect and fear
For things that can pull them back again
Into the uncontrolled spin
Of a wormhole
http://www.space.com/20881-wormholes.html
