a blanket covering a pocket
of rusty old nails
spikes sticking into rotting wood
split and splintered
such a waste of potential

a rocket blasts towards the moon
course altered trajectory
a deafening sound, a brilliant light
a shower of embers and metal slivers
collapsing hopes and dreams
a generation weeps

forgotten by the limelight
a rundown shack on the edge of a swamp
an old man rocks slowly
in his wooden chair
the glow lost of the eyes
a fading memory

a majestic palace once host to extravagance
abandoned and run down
graffiti elegantly whispers
the length of its depreciation
a slight interest looms
an implosion, a collapsing end

a young man’s dreams come crashing down
falling into a void
slowly losing his grip
he comes to the conclusion
that nothing lasts forever

eyes in the darkness
the little light focus
on the dot that spins around
and around
around

focus night dark on the light that
spins
and try to forget what it is from
and it
spins
around
in the night
dark

eyes adjust to what you really see
in the night
that little dot
that spins
around

focus hard and try to stop it
eyes adjust further
dot that spins
around
and around

and just when you are focused
just when it starts to stop
spinning
around
in the dark

a light comes on
and it is all gone

what was that dot
that was spinning
around
and around