A Monologue Among the Ruins

This is not the place I used to know;

Since when has the curtain been hanging so low?

This is not the place I used to know;

This is not the place where we used to glow

Like the bright stars we used to think we were.

Even when the world intended to bring us down,

This is not the place where we used to try

And protest to make it the other way around.

This is not the place where we used to reign

Or dance or sing or scream

Or climb up the stairs into the unknown.

This is not our place, not anymore.

This is not where we used to make the others

Lend us their ears

To hear our speech.