Do you think of me? Your memory fades As my self comparison to old pictures of you Start to age out New wrinkles have formed Though I’m sure I’ll come to know them myself In future years Your presence remains A mystery Where are you now? I long for you to stay unknown
a building primarily constructed for ornamental beauty how foolish suggesting purpose but lacking substance structurally sound a majestic feat built on rubble and looked upon with longing time wasted on folly