lilphoxy

An ancient, sprawling maze to me, Familiar as I grew; It housed the rise of many And saw the doom of few. Never did I stop to think Of those that came before; All I saw was my own path, My own tracks on the floor. And now I see it once again Its age making it new, Strangers faces alien The air of nineties, too. I stood there when they tore it down, Laughing with my friends. Not once did I stop to mourn The era come to end.