They’ve forgotten you, we’ve forgotten you, I forgot you,
But the dust has not.
You’re the same, they can change you, you cannot.
I’m the same, I have no choice.
Victim unknown.
When you walked I sat, and when you sat I walked,
So the clock killed us both
My hands once sweat, but the air has dried them clean,
But my eyes still sweat until they come to a close.
When there’s not much to show, there is not much to see,
Leaving you to wonder, But never to actually do.
Reality but you sipped into fiction
And how now we both regret not expressing what we felt.
Forever guarded like the Ark of the Covenant
Yet, you were never anything close to holy.