Shrug and Destroy

Some harm for the past Others dream of it last Days continue Multiply multitudes I wonder who destroys When no one is left, rejoice All our statues of the past and rented rooms Distances no one will go For instances no one can know I say good night Leave the room unsatisfied Like a child, I lie Almost alone, not quite Crowded avenues Tennis shoes Sometimes I wish to set free The things that still matter to me Days continue Like a knife might intrude I wonder who destroys When nothing is left, rejoice Nothing is left, rejoice