Goodbye, Great Gargagol
The city I grew up in
Your towers, loud as they are brutal
Your streets, long as they are aweful
Though my mouth speaks of you with fondness,
my eyes know better than any
that you are not worth memory.
So long, Great Gargagol
The city of production
Your skies, dark like rich chocolate
Your grass, tucked underneath pavement
Though your people are prideful and honest,
love I felt deeper than many
can't light your days in memory.
Farewell, Great Gargagol
A city, and nothing more
Its time, passed and lost forever
Its life, swiftly shining dimmer
Though I've lived within you the longest,
life not yet lived is coming
and so I leave behind your memory.