The only thing
Unchanging
In a landscape
Of the past
Unchanging
In a landscape
Of the past
Is the part of us
Which believes history
Is about the past
Is the part of us
Which believes history
Is about the past
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
But even if
You’re nowhere near
The sky is filled
With smoke
Just find the light
And follow it
You’ll find yourself
And be renewed
Amber and rouge
Blue and black
Skyline betwixt
The sky and sea
But I found instead
A monochromatic panoply
Of materialistic
Greed
Selfishness
Dishonour