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
