A voice too blurry to be called a memory

Swept trough the main streets and reached his ears

 

Things of the past forgotten long ago

Will surely arise

And eventually leave

 

Freedom that children forgot to solve

Faces quite like yours

Plastic cars

Reasons that adults gave up on and

Soldiers that kick away flowers blooming at a dump site

 

Machine guns that target backs

Take a break and you’ll be instantly riddled with shots

Neighborhood watch group endeavoring to falsify documents

The end of the world awaits at the bar

 

A word that falls a bit short of love

Reverberated at the speed of sound in the room I reread it in

 

Things that will be forgotten in the near future

Will surely arise

And eventuelly leave

 

Ideals of youth that were just beyond reach,

Your name inscribed on the gravestone,

Participants that stopped coming

Hopes that lovers once confided in each other but have been forgotten and

Ghosts that kicks away offered prayers as they walk on

 

Machine guns that target backs

Take a break and you’ll be instantly riddled with shots

Neighborhood watch group endeavoring to falsify documents

The end of the world awaits at the bar

Isn’t that right?

 

Will you stay,

Stay here and bear what’s to come?

Or will you limp along

As you hurry forth

As you give in to long but shallow conversations

Will you live naked in the remotest of cities

 

A voice too blurry to be called a memory

Swept trough the main streets and reached his ears

 

Things that will be forgotten in the near future

Will surely arise

And eventuelly leave