naustalgia

fraught with love,
love for the past
obsession speaks
speaks to the walls
where a memory crawls

memory of love
love for the dears
who had no tears
bared humans
and they had no fears

now its the present
the age of the height
running for the might
contending what is right
having nothing in sight

we are living it fake
with no love, no hate
like a norm, a trait
in a realistic tone
hypocrisy prevails

i see a wall
where i feel the light
light of the love
love for the past
that did not last

bemused of its presence
these humans ask
do you see the light?
but you cant see no light
then why is it so bright?