Cold and dry is its surface
Standing tall beyond the lens
Just some names but no soul
Revolving doors see them pass
Looking through is no horizon
Just the shadows in the dark
In a trance as they walk
Past each other with a glance
No tomorrow shall they share
Gathered round in its rooms
Without a touch in despair
Create new meaning to dissolve
To break through and revive
What once was long ago
The creative nature of us all