Babylon is gone.

Commonalities are gone;
speech was lost with every story.

I have time, I am young
I abuse it too much.

You don't have time and
I abuse what you have left.

and

you are beside me,
but I am alone.

We built Babylon, together.
In a quest for something
just, like-heaven.

You look at heaven and
I look at you,
the haven I once saw and

I can't understand,
(confusion of tongues)
and we've lost mutual language.

I crumble,
Babylon falls.