Been a while
Since we’ve had the time,
Each one of us
Let loose and carefree.
Where we are going
And whom are we doing it for
It speaks in our pride
And voluminizes the silence.
Each little silence
Drips with such force
Each minute detail in the floor
Rises to hold the ceiling.
Shattered, sputtering,dying to cave in
the low rise designs hold steady
a high rising, yet crumbling façade.
In the hope of love she conquered many,
Yet ignored the only one treasured.
Deep inside the clockwork kept ticking,
It’s rhythm, bleating a yearning
For days gone by.
Go into the framework,
Look how it holds
cracks soldered, beams nailed.
Here you feel the strength we shared,
the shadows we deem our own.
Like stuck records we return
Rejuvenate and rejoice
Forever looking forward
To a future as beautiful as the past