Here once stood a temple
the columns are all that remain
of an idea
that changes
the more people see it
and when they invade your dreams
to control your future
all you can see
is the ruins
of your past
Here once stood a temple
the columns are all that remain
of an idea
that changes
the more people see it
and when they invade your dreams
to control your future
all you can see
is the ruins
of your past
As I sit alone
thoughts cross my mind,
a kaleidoscope of memories.
Cherish those
while they still remain,
as spring
fades into autumn—
may they last you
all your years.