Lost Cities
Proud you stand,
brave new lungs exhaling stain,Â
when we say goodbye,Â
No one sees what it paints insideÂ
Wet streets, spiralling leaves,Â
garbage and debrisÂ
Rainbow mirror, gasoline,Â
For old, to be new,Â
Things fall apart, that’s beauty too
I may forget the words that you have said to me,Â
even now I feel your hands disappearing
When all I wanted was to be free, i couldn’t cut you out of me,Â
And now that I’m in need, I’m fumbling,Â
through lost citiesÂ
Sounds march out,Â
wind up toys deployed from my mouth Â
we grow, at least we try,Â
and if change is constant, we’re in constant goodbye, Â
When somethings at it’s end, there are no words to say
Look it in the eyes before it’s washed away,Â
Appreciate grief, when it owns everythingÂ
In a way it was the closest that we’d ever beenÂ
in our lost cities