Sunday, 13 March 2011


Everything we built up, aspired to, dreamt of, is rotting,
Dropping and plunging into deep waters,
Dreams that have become painful memories
Which we take care to forget.

I feel my eyes caving in, I can't hear you through the din,
As the rock walls of the city crumble and collapse about the place
each for their own and do try to save face.

There has been an outbreak of late,
or somebody has poisoned my eyes,
an epidemic with the momentum of a freight train,
We are all so lost in a present,
which we never even dreamt of.

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