Requiem for the Lost Time

It dies
Slowly

Like the sakura petals
Once they fall
Only to be stepped on
By the raging opportunists
That will always seek
For something more
Than what their greed
Can exploit

It dies
Gently

Like the sakura trees
Untouched
Virginal
It rots, without regret
Yet no one marches behind
Like if the asylum
Was reserved for something better
Something like an angel's chant

It dies
Blindly

Like the sakura roots
Everybody passes by
Explaining such a philosophy
Of a mechanized present
Reliable
So inhuman, so modern
Against the evens
Going towards ending credits

It dies
Bitterly

Like a rotten sakura fruit
No one wants to taste
It won't make good wine
So entangled
To a past
That will never give
Freedom
A chained spirit

It dies
Lonely

Like the whole sakura
A lonely one
Abandoned
Nobody crying its death
It has to age
And without company
The existence never faded
Like if there were never any