At Times

At one time, I'm sure the world had been happy.

Now, people walk with their heads down; everything is coated in grey. We walk with no direction, but we always have somewhere to be.

At one time, I'm sure children had played in the streets.

Now, they hide their tears in front of their parents; they can't risk the punishment. They see their futures falling down, and are found motionless in their beds.

At one time, I'm sure the flowers grew.

Now, wilted ghosts of the old plants line the streets; no one thinks to water them. They're slowly dying off, and the air is growing thicker.

At one time, I'm sure this felt more like a dream.

Now, it just sits, motone before me; every step feels more and more like reality. I'm afraid that if I wake, the new world will be worse, so I stay with my head down, going nowhere.

At times, I'm sure this is a nightmare.