there once was a gateway
of water and flowers
were people just relaxed
for hours and hours
in this peace
void of stress and strife
the people laugh
and they enjoy life
this gateway has a cherry blossom tree
that’s where you’ll find dreams
and here you’ll find me
so take my hand and be ready for surprise
but do you know what you’ll see
when you look in my eyes?
don’t touch my hand
and pray to your lord
the exact site where atrocities I condone
this gateway has a bloody stone
the people forgotten
any meaning to life
in this place full of stress and strife
the mere sight of it was indeed memory’s token
long faded and simply broken
there was once a gateway
November 2002 ?
Note: I don’t remember this, at all. I found it going through old paperwork and wanted to preserve it, even if it is poorly written.