Forgotten Stretch
Subtleties seem apparent,
On the road to humility...
A pound of trust and a pinch of truth,
So profound within this reality.
A car disappearing in the distance...
Leaves our hearts on edge;
For it’s just you and me now,
Exploring this forgotten stretch.
Abandoned among the wreckage,
For this is the home of exile;
Right next door...
To what’s fading out of style.
Lost hopes and dreams...
Wander in the street,
Forgotten by us all...
And we never missed a beat.
Grant the change...
And give it a chance;
Dress to impress,
And prepare to dance.
Such a twisted cycle...
It chews you up and spits you out;
Along this forgotten stretch,
Before returning in route...
In a time destined for downfall,
We are all that’s sound...
Beyond a future commenced in falling,
We lie; resting on the ground.
The point of no return...
All of the abandoned beliefs and the far fetched;
Collect dust with you and I...
Along this forgotten stretch.
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