Two days past
The Future is shadows That have stepped out from the walls And climbed out of the ground. You can walk through them, cannot see past them. A sentimental goodbye soon ages Maturing into a nostalgic memory. The past is magnificent architecture That melts into two dimensions; Collected, collecting dust. You can see them any time, cannot enter them, ever. This will never happen again, Its all a two day old nostalgic memory. The future is the corporeal shadows Cast by buildings of the past, pictures of buildings. Written July 28th 2010, 2 days after Graduating from London School of Theology. Possibly yet to be finished... not sure at the moment.