What Once was Grand
by WreckdoM

I have at times fancied myself too plain
Confused by all the complex changing times
This cold and high tech life has grown so strange
It rattles up my ever hampered mind

And now I wander through these shining streets
Robotic permutations all around
A foreign tongue in every mouth I meet
Sleeping in our sterile rent controlled clouds

A salutation I can't comprehend
Gone are the handshake and pats on the back
A disconnected line to an old friend
I'm staring from outside through this world's cracks

A shard of mirror buried in the sand
A photograph of all that once was grand