You have something,
And it's so perfect,
      So perfect that to price it's
      To parade propoganda-
      And then...No hesitation
or blunt antisipations- It's gone.
      So you carry on,
And address new days
      As new significant ways
To find replacements and
      Falsified rearrangements-
            Just a journey in life.
So when the new castles crumble
And the impressionist seeks shelter...
            In you...
All the past pleasantries prance by,
Just smiling.
      Holding hands so high...
No more noiseless nostalgia-
      Finally, for fairness,
      Wave good-bye.