Vestiges

Cracked car parks, abandoned malls
Cheap guitars, and KC halls
Vestiges of springs and falls, long gone

Freaks and friends that I once knew
Will they smile like they used to
Will they still be there for you, at all

Even the old growth trees
Even the air we breath
It's hard to know if we can rely on anything

Black mold basements and fenced in yards
Rhapsodizing in packed out cars
One can hope that it's in the cards for you

But this place is like a column of stone
Many moons for it to grow
Phases they will come and they will go

And with each passing day
It becomes easy to say
The more things change, the more things stay the same