Shortsighted Legacy

Amaris

I'm running from the silence

And find only silence still

If I spend my whole life running

Will still reflection rend me ill?

I see the yellowed photographs

Great stars hung in the night

But who will feel nostalgia

When we're yellowed from the light?

We children are impregnable

To criticism and romance

Car horns sound their vulgar blare

Dance, Donny, dance!