I long for a time I did not live
For a culture that was not mine
The voices of the past live through me
With books, poems, and in song
How can I escape these modern binds
In dress and in discourse
I hold myself to their esteem
The world has left me cold
To live with this burden alone
Everyone so modern and so gone
To whom do I relate but those in wake
But if I quit then they will be truly lost with time
So, I must push and ****
In their memory, I must carry on
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 11:59 PM UTC
I long for a time I did not live
For a culture that was not mine
The voices of the past live through me
With books, poems, and in song
How can I escape these modern binds
In dress and in discourse
I hold myself to their esteem
The world has left me cold
To live with this burden alone
Everyone so modern and so gone
To whom do I relate but those in wake
But if I quit then they will be truly lost with time
So, I must push and ****
In their memory, I must carry on