Abandoned Universe


He had to get back to it
A world of vibrant streets and nostalgic reverie
Would it be the same, though?
Rosy glasses were well and good
If you put them down for a second
And put them on again, everything will seem different
Tired and washed out

An era of pleasant green and unending resources calls again
Only to be answered by a bleak mostly anonymous future
Less repetitious but somehow less fulfilling

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