The deafening unborn silence

Sun’s too bright. Pull down that shade, will you?

Aaah, thanks. Let’s have a pint of that lager, too.

There was a mark on the footpath back in the day

And someone told me it’s all been washed away.

There was a story of lost people back in the day

And someone told me it’s all been written away.

The dismal alchemist was toasted back in the day

Now I am told he has turned tail and run away.

The men of letters asked questions back in the day

Now I am told all they want is to break away.

TV’s too dull. Turn it up all the way, will you?

Aaah, thanks. Let’s have a slice of that magic, too.