Post by Artaxerxes/SweetIrony on Mar 9, 2024 6:00:21 GMT -5
Art's Requiem
In death, the city stirs. Yes, even still
The streets, the buildings, everything is here,
But all these spaces that we used to fill
Empty and quiet wait, year after year.
So come and tell me, what did all this mean?
Was all we built here nothing but a lie?
Oh, it was always just "dots on a screen"
I knew it, and you knew as well as I.
But though inconsequential it may seem,
Tell me, friend whose name I never knew,
Though this false world was no more than a dream,
Did you, like me, find here much that was True?
If you once walked this shadow place,
This heaven, this hell,
Though you return and search, yet nothing find,
If you now read these words, remember well
All we found here,
And all we left behind.
In death, the city stirs. Yes, even still
The streets, the buildings, everything is here,
But all these spaces that we used to fill
Empty and quiet wait, year after year.
So come and tell me, what did all this mean?
Was all we built here nothing but a lie?
Oh, it was always just "dots on a screen"
I knew it, and you knew as well as I.
But though inconsequential it may seem,
Tell me, friend whose name I never knew,
Though this false world was no more than a dream,
Did you, like me, find here much that was True?
If you once walked this shadow place,
This heaven, this hell,
Though you return and search, yet nothing find,
If you now read these words, remember well
All we found here,
And all we left behind.