SerpentineCougar

Ancient ruin of crumbling ages Writing faded off the pages Torn and scattered, in your haste A land grown fallow, left to waste Sun has dipped below the Earth Gold that's suddenly lost its worth Tires fuelless grinding to a halt Cooking meals but forgetting salt Talking but there's no response The room a vacancy that haunts A painting with its color drained Forcing a smile but it's strained - When you're gone.

The land roars by at 75 miles per hour Like a river of black asphalt Like a waterfall lying on its back Falling for eternity Dropping off the cliff behind us But look sharp - The future rushing us head-on Like we're swimming against the current Like a waterfall lying on its back With trees on both river banks A forest of phone poles Black wires and bare branches Each one the same as the last Like the many drops in a river Like a waterfall lying on its back That rears up As a hill pokes up on the horizon And sloshes past us A swirling splash of blurred color Like paint swirling down the drain Like a waterfall lying on its