In Continuum

This is where they rose and fell - things will keep to follow the same
Patterns - once ill-defined, now much-accepted - no such real sense of
Anomaly - winds have blown away every inch-block of debris - from the
Rubbles of our tragic yesterdays - scenes will always in changing
Positions - But i doubt if they are
Progressing and transforming - the way
We manage our lives on earth is -
The way we destroy our desirable future
- We have tried,
At least we've tried - to heal ourselves and learn from
The past - unexpected, the gazing x factors - start to crush from the
Inside - time has washed away all
These traumatic moments the earth once
Had - but will our children be free
From all the wars? - like thick black
Dots in continuum - we will never erase or take them off the line - so
Many nails have pierced down our wooden existence - leaving all these
Black holes until it comes to an end