Our Old Letters

[tactheantidog]

I was reading our old letters, to find some slight relief
From the snarling debtors who lent me that belief -
That the future would allow some path
For minds like ours, but now it hath
Adventurers in fetters, and a crown upon a thief

My friend, where has the time gone? Are these our only spoils?
Fragments of a line drawn with our passions and our toils
To guide the world to such a love
As was ours? Look now, above
The fragments of design dawns a blind age - my heart recoils.

Now brutish clowns are haunting this garish avenue
And the salesmen are taunting those trapped in pay-per-view
Years too late, for me they fight!
For now, my waning appetite
Leaves only one wish wanting - just one letter from you