The drift..

As time goes on and we grow apart we feel lame but yet we grow smart..

Here we are at the edge of the world,

at the edge of a civilization,

witnessing the end of an era..

We look back,

for whatever it was,

for whatever it will be,

for every penny of its worth of the Que Sera Sera..

As we ponder thinking how it was so good,

things started to change,

feelings became hard and soft became that hard wood..

Time will smile,

time will cry,

time will come,

time will go..

The only thing that shall remain moving will be this lifeless yet pretentious humane show..!!