Now No One Will Listen To Songs

Now no one will listen to songs If they are still singing of yesterdays With full pages the aged belongs Those dusty old roads of gone grays Dull are their birds and there void Remembering times of down shone Pulse and their beats once enjoyed Into times thick ticking it's all flown Like beats that were of imperium Profiles have gone to their course Strength of the forgotten delirium Into the pages now write its source Dark gnawed breath counterpane Words we could cherish once more Stories that inside the books reign Giving life as many times before Like water that's running its destiny Life will not ask you questions Everything comes just to memory From pages of different suggestions And nobody but the future will know The stories now inside these books Behind them the ocean waves flow Drifting to and fro - fate's hooks…