The Maze - Public Memory

You were looking back on time

The canary in the mine

Too late to make amends

There’s a gate at the end

See the moon turning round

The worms underground

That shard of restless bliss

All the time you had missed

Skinny hands upon your door

Different eyes than before

What a way to see this end

First light around the bend

See them dressed in flags

Summer days were such a drag

The wonder in reverse

That winter window curse