The road is red, cracked and crumbling
The sun is held by grey and gold clouds
Unparked cars run out of time
A few turn over but many more just
Tick tick tick
Onward down a less congested highway
The city towers high ahead
A city of lights!
Reduced to a city of starry nights
Travel the road of twisted trees
Come upon a families memories
Lush green grass with plenty of room
A house of past doom
Inside it's perfectly preserved never to be disturbed

In a different time
A child swings outside
While mother idly cooks
Her belly a small bump
But that's only what may have been

I see only a sad house with a nursery
Perfectly left unused