Today’s normality struts forth indifferently,
A senile pace, an egoistic rite;
surrounded by a haze ethereal
through which we glimpse the purging dawn.
The old familiar paths stretch endlessly,
their surfaces betray a weathered shroud;
the past and present seem inseparable,
but for the barely noticed shift of sky.
Dull sepia darkens to outrageous hue,
the whirr of change becomes a deafening roar –
change is upon us like a savage fiend,
helpless, we clutch mementos from our past.