• Memories wind around,
    Swirling and dancing through the air,
    Reminding one of recollections still underground.
    Floating thoughts caress fiery flairs.

    Although everything seems so right,
    The wind curls like something is out of place.
    But there seems to be some sort of might,
    Rewinding time back to a period of grace.

    You are taken aback to times of insistence,
    That the memoir you make may never glisten.
    Don’t take for granted the sweet existence,
    For the common populace will always listen.

    Though a king’s might, may overrule,
    And the bourgeoisie may overpower,
    The strength of an army can be quite cruel,
    But the strength of the soul is a beautiful flower.

    However the night carries on,
    Relinquishing preludes give the past a song.
    And as every side takes a con,
    The Sandman makes dreams seem too long.

    The craziness of the mind boggles with life,
    Struggles of the land take heed in your eyes,
    But the greed consumes the innocent’s strife,
    Leaving behind tears of many lies.

    As the hourglass turns,
    And the years slip away,
    You try to recall all the burns,
    That had swallowed into a great bay.

    Yearning for the remembrance of that great day,
    When all loyalties were lost to serve some other’s price,
    Leaving behind not a penny nor sound nor a sun’s ray,
    In time all was lost to a sea of cold ice.

    So no one quite remembers the day, on which they lost,
    The pictures that drew all of glistening true,
    Pictures of sweet dreams and recollections buried in frost,
    And to the eerie succumb of déja vu.