Should I forgo the dreams of years ago?
The time you paused; twice stopped, you said,
"This is not what I imagined of you."
You were a season I did not expect.
Should we play on the way the world has changed?
Any kind of goodness won't make us kind or good
All your efforts to save the whole have come to nothing.
Here, at the end of everything - I only remember -
The way the uncertain smile sits on your face as I drift away.
