This is where they rose and fell - things will keep to follow the same Patterns - once ill-defined, now much-accepted - no such real sense of Anomaly - winds have blown away every inch-block of debris - from the Rubbles of our tragic yesterdays - scenes will always in changing Positions - But i doubt if they are Progressing and transforming - the way We manage our lives on earth is - The way we destroy our desirable future - We have tried, At least we've tried - to heal ourselves and learn from The past - unexpected, the gazing x factors - start to crush from the Inside - time has washed away all These traumatic moments the earth once Had - but will our children be free From all the wars? - like thick black Dots in continuum - we will never erase or take them off the line - so Many nails have pierced down our wooden existence - leaving all these Black holes until it comes to an end