Repitition

Time has aged the way we were,
Gold that glitters then fades to dust,
Shall I stay?
I must. I must.

The words still carved upon your skin,
Past is gone the present here,
Future is coming,
Stay near. Stay near.

Where is the place we used to play?
Greenest hills with tumble grass,
Another day is at an end,
Left to pass. To pass.

I shudder at the entrance,
Of the bedroom door,
Where do I go?
The floor. The floor.

The stars shine down,
I stop, looking high forever,
Will the past repeat?
Never. Never.