I'm holding on by a string to the core of my being
Being told in a dream of a new kind of stream
Where the images fly, and some fall and die
To be gathered in a world they never knew
Pieces of the puzzle, but only a few
And though it may seem strange
how our lives do change
In the blink of an eye
And some will cry
It's a terrible blow
for those who know
And we long to forget
Those we never have met
As we try to get back
Find our way through the stack
But the memory we lack
And the screen has gone black
Still, I hold this string
To strum and to sing
Out of the dark, a single spark
A new way to go for those who know

Robert Lloyd Palmer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/string-theory-2/