Nostalgia.

I observe the simple beauty that is my home,
That was my home.
The soft haunting shades
And the sweet scent of recent rain
The city lights reflective in the fallen water,
In the town I once knew,
Before.
I was amongst the clock as it shifted ever so slightly,
and as I Glance at the liquid art in the sidewalk
I can see the decadence of this society, the facts.
I'm just now facing the truth, too late.
It is cold and more intimidating than I ever imagined,
Than I ever could have.
However I don't regret a thing,
I never do.