Upside down
Right side up
Topsy, turvy
This world is with no true end
To anything
For the things that die
Live on in our minds
Half full
Half empty
Or shattered
In each way we remember
Standing tall
Crumbling down
Or just an empty place
But never an empty memory
For the events are etched in our mind forever
The faces, the places
The world that cannot end
Remember forever 9-11