One day we must revisit it.
No matter the schemes and chores straddling our necks,
We'll see it clear as day:
The abandoned theme park,
Long dead since its last working day.
The muck still embracing the ground,
Making it slippery for us who wish to stay,
For those who wish to reminisce
About when the lights were still on,
About when we still cared.
For a second, we may even be overwhelmed with hiraeth,
until we realize this could never be our home:
This tomb of long-forgotten promises,
Is just a buried lie.