Outside the greyhound bus station
He passionately kissed you goodbye
You wanted not trust him,love him
Hold him as he strolls in his dreams

Adjacent to his grey polished automobile
You danced and took the paper of his promises
Those crunched word put inside the pocket
A remembrance of moments and painted assets

Ambivalent of his grey gloomy moods
You danced as you needed his gentle touch
He streams in your system like a turbulent waterfall
The build up of rumours, in the pantry the kisses he stole

Innocently he presents a grey leathered testament
A juridification of  how he can leave your system
A speech as a declaration of how he can save you
Take a pace, hold the breath, see his lies on this clear day

This civilisation I do lament,
For what was intended I cannot see,
All banks and buildings from fields of cement,
We can’t turn back from what we know to be.

Another way seen distant in the mist,
From a distance, copy it we cannot.
Never, before we are within its midst,
Will we look back and see what we forgot.

Look back we will but not with longing eyes,
We know the mistake of the wife of Lott.
With knowledge we’ll look back and realise,
Exactly what we had, and now what we’ve got.

Hist’ry of  humanity is replete,
With lessons, from times of old, of others,
From whose misdemeanour caused our retreat,
Learn willingly and see our endeavours.