Stagnation

How dull to be alone in life
Once known and loved, but now forgotten
How sad to pause and think behind
And wish that things had stayed

How active then, the spirits moved
As fastly keeping up with fast pace
We worked our way into tomorrow
Never realizing what we were leaving behind

In ignorant bliss and short lived glory
Where there was much to celebrate
Who had the wisdom to store or stock
Who knew that things got sucked away

Now time stands in front of me
Stubbornly refusing to move along
Casting its ugly fate onto my hands
And promising more blackness to come