Ive seen it so many times yet seldom did it ever strike me as now.
Empty with a overgrown lawn a relic still standing despite the new surroundings that seemed to lose
all character every single day.

And from it's view I can only imagine it's thoughts.
Time has all but passed it by thoose once filled rooms now skeltons of a aftrethought.
Now only mice seem to keep silent witness to what should never be again.

Now memories are but dust buried like some old pet apon the lawn when none are left to remember
did we exist at all?
Strangers pass blind as a erased thought only lingers in the air like smoke cast in a empty bar.

A tree were underneath they sat summers washed clean by storms taste of another long winter
does give yet another chill to my trouble.

I see it everyday yet never understand how oit still views me.
Empty halls match empty minds that house reminds me of a mirror.
It only reflecs my own true thoughts.