Lost City
Absently I walk through crowded streets of blame
Collecting inner strength but walking from my pain
When suddenly I realise that everyone is gone
And where I have been heading is a place I don’t belong
I have never seen a world so void of life
The ruins that surround me are methodically inscribed
The fears of a race that didn’t think it could exist
But everywhere I look the mirrors still persist
The towers of the fallen built to overcome
The race for faster networks has built the need to run
A single mass-illusion that I don’t want to be
But every time I turn it’s affecting parts of me
Nothing to be simple, something to be sane
Whatever I become I’m something to be saved
There’s barely one more person that’s visible to me
But every time I look the truth’s infecting me
Silence in my city, but I am still alive
I stick to my illusions or I don’t, but I’m alive
I create the memories or I let them go
And I will keep on walking so I can better know
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2007
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