Lost

My heart yearns for that which is lost in the past and shall never be retreived

I feel unable to look for joys in the future as long as I remember what has been lost to and by us

These treasures have been thrown to the dogs to be torn at and devoured

Those who attempt to retreive them are attacked with ravid hatred

This life I live and the people I live it with are a product of a transformation from that whaich was- truth, knowledge, and beauty; to that which is now- false, ingnorent, and hideous

I have mostly become that which is now and wish for more than the seldom glimps of what was

I see mutiny and tyrany sweeping through our lives conquering us and makig us into a single body which lacks the mind and heart that can be found only in the individual

I wish to see the chivalries and honors of old renewed

But they have been knawed at by the dogs and those who hold them in their hearts have them torn at

We live in a time where wrong abounds and right is scarce comodity