There's always a constant thunder
the background beat of focused thought
 Memory Lane is under martial law
based on the dreams I once sought

now in an over worded wasteland
there's a million ways to describe the smoke
inspiration has been spent on reality
and no one seems to get the joke

rewrite my own history is not possible
since the arc of the future is fading away
I'll wait here for yesterday's delights
though I can't recall that distant day

I remember saving it in storage
everything but the echo was flushed
my last stand between a new idea and a lost thought
the same place the rest of me was crushed