Echoes of Yesterdays.

Those walls of my captured annals falling By steel leviathans devouring my solitude Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure No longer is a mans home his palace Histories cowboys are the future’s vagabonds Their ranges of ranches a dying lot Borders now shrinking as the rooms collapse Giving into the fear of the outside world No one is really who they appear to be Stowing and stealing all for a free ride The trust in humanity a long extinct idealism Falling in flames from the final battles bullet Yesterday’s judgment is the hope of tomorrow If the sun may ascend to the songbirds cry No promises of integrity to hold onto justice While the carrions crawl the balances edge Holding within that which disaster has taught Building upon the hangman’s piety To breathe for a moment the sweet water of utopia With every falling grain of the hourglass …Time slows in the winds of obscurity