We reside in such changing times, you and I.
The walls of gold suffocate us, as we drift in circles around the room. From dusk til dawn, and deep within the cracks… we light our stages, and play out our lives unnoticed, unheard. Like a rose, sitting quietly in an otherwise empty field.
These are the days that stretch out forever into madness, even though they never really existed. Not really. Funny how some things can never seem to last, yet go on forever.
Why is that?
A while back, in the 80’s, there was a spark and a flame. It rose suddenly (I saw it from my bedroom window), before it was snuffed out. Why did that happen? What evil could so carelessly take something so beautiful and innocent, only to end it?
The decline happens at the peak (for where else could it exist).
Our culture now stands in a mist. The swirls of all the kings and queens of eld are but mere illusions, as is our subtle way of life. Such decay can not go on like this forever, can it?
Will the ogres of our time release us, let us do our thing? Or are we all doomed to walk the halls in silence, headed back to the gas chambers of old?
I fear the music only when it’s no longer heard.