• As I walk the streets, it came to me;
    Things aren't how they used to be.
    The lights are blinding; the buildings, tall.
    I still have yet to see it all.

    But what of the past?
    What we had been?
    Memories at their last,
    never acknowledged again.

    I liked it simple.
    Short and sweet.
    Didn't care for the future;
    Too great for me.

    As I walk the streets, it came to me;
    Things aren't how they used to be.
    The lights are blinding; the buildings, tall.
    But do we really need it all?...