I used to see the world in a sunny filter

Yet now it seems that it has faded

It’s not the same as it used to be

Everything seems clouded and dreary

Playgrounds of red and yellow

Now dark gray and black

Forests full of green and brown

Shadowed with windowed towers

Fields filled with lakes and poppys

Plowed throughout with black cement

Taking the home from its rightful owners

Ending up on the side of the road

Soon the world will turn in fog

Rather than the blue and cotton sky

Living in the future yet still in the past

Where did that sunny filter go?