The future will kiss
Our shadows as if it knew
The things that we had chosen
And all the things that we had forgotten,
It will stare back as if
We were a part of all to come
The things that we had seen
And everything that we had prophesied,
But we are the lost
The souls who burned on Hell’s cold fields
And left the lessons buried there,
The future will still close
It’s cold unempathetic eye
It’s vengeful ghost still chained against
The cliffs we fought so hard to tame,
The laughter rings like rain
Upon the boxes we built as defence
Which wall out the moments frozen
To stop them scratching out our eyes,
The future will still blow
It’s kisses downwind to hide its fear
And all the things that we had chosen
For we are the forgotten.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018