I miss us. What we were.
Back in the brilliant beginning.
When one hand was enough
to count everyone you loved.
Now the power of Babble towers above us,
and the masses mill like mindless cattle
in the verdant pastures where we once played.
If I had stayed, would It have turned out this way?
Everyday, I try to find meaning in the mindmeld,
love in the layer upon layer of nothingness.
How did we let this happen to us.
This lovely land of light and laughter,
has become a dark and dreary domed city,
overshadowed, not by what it is..
but, instead, it only looks so sad,
because of what it was,
and what we let it become.
I'm sorry that I left you,
and I'm sorry that it was my finger
that let the torrent through the dam.
All that's left is just a petty sham,
of the kingdom which we shared,
before this world moved on.