Remember When...

A poem about how I feel what could happen in the future.

The wind is cold; the air is cool.

The day is new, and the sky is blue.

Is what your world would say to you.

But the wind is cool; the air is cold.

The day is set, and the sky is due.

‘Tis the fabled day; lies fall all around you.

To have the world against your side is the saddest misery.

Bursts of arrogance, but the brave men still kind.

Since your world knows neither hunger, thought, nor battle; caused idiocy.

A whiffler with no pain has caused such great pain insidiously.