If the sun were to grow cold
When the where breaks down
Where the whens grow old
Would you still say we have now
We have today
If the stillness were to stop
When the pax passively rocks and sways
Where old selves said younger words in younger days
Would you still find me mysterious and sublime
We finally killed a world of ducks didn't we
If the times were to warp and weft from interesting to dangerously strange
When traffic tracks fluent truancy, Luna ticking time bomb
Where faces flock cropped and unmade
Would it will, would it wonder
We may be the last years of ourselves
Wandering
Watching
Waiting
Wilderness
