Camden cemetry

Camden cemetery

What time finds me now?
This golden show is not anew that draws shallow shadows in my
name.
This light had never gone, we had turned away.

What time of the city is this?
The sound is nothing new. The beat of feet on streets is still the
same
The life has never gone, it changes with the day.

My time in the city is gone
I never had to move this fast to find a space
To chase my precious moments where they led.
Converse with air in hurried tones at pace
And count, again, the thirty bits of silver in my head.
I never pressed a button save to dress
Or surfed a world that sat inside a box
You spend your moments trying to impress
Your mark upon a city run by clocks

I've been in this city so long
Watched raindrops wear this very stone away and, so, we all must take a
turn
To feel the days pass on before we know

So life in the city is you?
Who claim's the world was leading to today, for you, and yet you never
learn
This city stays, it's you who come and go.