And there's no turning back
the wheels of time will churn
memories into worthless dust
The heart continues to yearn
for a time when simple souls,
wide-eyed and gaping at the stars
imagined the world as it wasn't
but with beautiful, magical powers
Alas, that was lost to youth
and it's consort - Vanity!
Lost were the innocent
in the name of sense and sanity
What do we have now?
Blood on our hands
Of joy and supreme serenity
Lost in the cruel sands
Of beguiling, bewitching Time
Conquered, we kneel in shame
Conquered, our heartbeats tamed
Conquered, crushed, condemned.
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