Plank III

That was the last place that I saw her

At the Belmont Snack Shop

Since consumed by fire

Now it’s an empty lot

Vacant, overgrown

In its own way sacred

I’d rather see it empty

Than watch somebody take it

Our future showed such promise

Golden Age everlasting

Everyone liked her, everyone liked us

But the skies were overcasting

Everything we built

So readily cast aside

Like this burned out nothing

Collecting snow outside

I feel a push from the darkness

And so what do I do?

Push back

New developments encircle me

Placeless, inviting

Sleek angles, glossy facades

Cheap design and soft lighting

3D rendered transformation

They didn’t leave off any traces

Of the lives that were lived here

Closed off, open spaces

They’ve never been burned

They’ve never been attacked

When they walked through that door

They never looked back

All this force with no direction

Wanna believe that it isn’t true

That this was never the place

That I thought I knew

I feel a push from the darkness

And so I push back

Our future showed such promise

Golden Age everlasting

Everyone liked her, everyone liked us

But the skies were overcasting

Everything we built

So readily cast aside

Like this burned out nothing

Collecting snow outside