Desolate

I walked unaided Down the desolate lane A glimpse of a dewy heaven A flash of the ancient times My existence awakened indolent minds My reasoning was not for them to know It was a pondered idea a type of crossroad Of the times of yore and modern reality Although they knew nothing of our ways Jealousy never prevailed - instead sympathy What had befallen a careless mankind? They knew not and curiosity never entailed Their rejoiced souls rest satisfied Their conscience inquired not I turned back saddened by the present I had to return though my spirit longed to stay Backwards to what has been completed Backwards to an enforced obliteration I walked unaided Down the desolate lane