Time goes on and never waits
As hours turns to days and days to years
We always keep on the move
Those places we used to call home
Are now just graves of our old selves
Thinking we can return what we used to be
Turns into a painfull memory of what was here
As those days are forever gone

New people fill those places but is not the same
As their souls carry whats not ours
All changes but all remains the same
As our vision keeps those graves on

The streets are full of life but is not what it is
Their soul is nothing but a shaped of what future is
The games turned to screens and the streets to dust

As violence take the streets
The strays and hopeless fight for what is right
Their voice is a whisper among the loud noises
From the city that is gone

The night is the only refuge of the wicked
for the day is nothing but a vision of what is lost
Those who regret what the future is now
They will join the fight and die like us
But as time goes on there will be not change
As they will fight for the same cause as blaming whats now
As future has tainted not one but many
But let be known that whats now will never change
And us will be gone but the fighting will go on
On a eternal circle but with difference faces.


Night of poetry - Thial November 20th 20xx

Disclaimer:
Made the poem out of random words and toughts following a mood of sadness as i got a reality check looking to old times and the present that is now. Bleh, thats why i keep my ignorance up god damn it. Anyways, don't worry if it doesn't make any sense, it just words making a sentence in a random order