Their lack of foresight Invokes the catastrophe Modern cynics crassly ignored It is us who will see triumph Living amongst the ruins Of the great american empire
This world long forgotten Will show its true colors The last two hundred years Are reduced to a nightmare But man carved a scar That will always show In time this all will pass
Wandering amongst the forest Feet sink in damp loam A life headed nowhere I sit and wait for spring Sun sets beneath branches Memories overwhelmed by grief I reflect in solitude