where things were fine,
Are surfacing a tad,
At what we had.
You may be lost,
To us, in the dust.
Where there was two,
In just as a few,
It is around in,
All that I do.
The seasons since through,
In happiness times a spew.
Where the time flew,
People still are no wiser near,
In ignorance of time here,
Where end is soon clear.
