memories

we can remember life before there were walls
what it was like on the otherside

we can see the ugliness of progress
and the beauty of nostalgia
in the space between the shadows of mortar

our immortal souls run away with themselves
as they slip through fingers like water

freedom is just a thought
not confided by space or time
regardless where or when

i'd like things to be
how they used to be
but i wouldn't want to go through it again