Once there were days
Before that there were weeks that pressed on like pistons
From moments into memories 
Refugees of our forgotten obligations clung to them like broken glass
Waiting to be tenderly left to rot
Waiting as we do

Time passes
Time smothers
Our cherished children grow
To deny love and life to others

Sensations and symbols silently consume you
They fool you and school you and satisfy you until you're lost in them and you wake up weeks later wondering what they were
Sensations and symbols
Built by drifting generations
 Improved, covered in graffiti, rediscovered and left to crumble
 Now, before and soon again