DILAPIDATED
Do you have that fear in your mind?
Where nothing you love stays the same.
Only remnants are what you find,
Only the flashbacks keep you sane
You fear the outsiders questioning,
“Are we at the right postal code?
He might have been exaggerating,
He went through a psychiatric episode.”
But then you calm down and realize,
That this world is constantly evolving,
Nothing is like we advertise,
Those stories keep on changing,
The ruins are just another chapter,
You’ll learn to see the beauty in the dilapidated,
And our tales become more layered,
Our versions will also be venerated