A place of luxury was dreamed,
Constructed with technology
To represent the finest things
Produced by new humanity

But time makes laughingstock of all
The vanities we hold to heart;
And at the end, there’s few recall
The hopefulness that was the start –

I walk beside the empty hulk
That once was something fine, and good,
And know it’s telling me the truth
It’s time at last I understood:

To be defeated in the end
Means that you finally made it there:
And if the good is temporal,
It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t care

We have to build a better truth,
It isn’t all a sham, or lie —
And that the train sits empty now
Means not it wasn’t worth
The try

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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