Passages of Time
From times of old to this new age,
I knew that everything would change
But nothing stops my heart from breaking
As desperation turns to rage
Forced to adapt to modern times
Or be left behind with the old
Ourselves and our past long forgotten
In this progressive modern world
When I remember the times past
And what tradition used to mean
I knew that it could never last
How fast time would change our dream
What disregard with which it’s treated
Our history of ancients gone
As primitive, or for museums
Preserved and then forced to move on
Nobody thinks to where we came from
Renew lessons we have learned
Past teachings are just looked over
Valuable wisdom simply spurned
It hurts to watch as this new age
So arrogant, blind to hindsight
Destroy everything we had known
Curing our darkness with their light
There are still a few of us
Who remember things before
Who over time have simply watched
And over whom this time has worn
Both soft and callous to the touch
Comforts and hurt at the same time
A bitter smile, memories make
Our humor coated thin with rime
Never explicit, caught between
Two different worlds of white and black
And though we wish that it could be
We know that there’s no going back
Our choices few and far between
Adapt ourselves or fade away
Seek out others like ourselves
So the memories will stay
Alive, that way, not all is gone
We are together what we were
Though a just a fragment of back then
In this small way we might conquer
The endlessness itself of time
As long as there are those who still
Remember the ways of old
We shall remain by force of will.
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