The Lost and Found

Down the sidewalks, run do we
Past the hardware store
Past O’Malley’s pub we see
A drunk sleeping as he snores

Here’s not where our mind does fly
Caught in reverie
Lying in our past besides
Old waters whole and free

There we ran down corridors
Built of steel and glass
All we thought was sturdy, secure
Foundations deep to last

The earthquake shook the world to earth
The steel it bent and broke
The glass did rain upon it all
Like sand it left like smoke

We wander now to find our way
Surely paths there are
Perhaps they are not as secure
As all we thought they are


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