Now and Then

If best intentions might be okay
It depends on which side of one angle you glance from
But some envision more better ways
To cope with all the accumulation of material waste
Sent, bent, thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To another extent, and leach on each way
Kids grow (old) into ugly, tall, dark strangers
Whose spirits slow, and fade off in sour ways
I was damned then
And I am
I still am
And I was
Me, no, no, then I am
I still am now and then
And our harm extends into the farther reaches of space
It takes twice as much time with each increment both ways in space
Well some depend on there being a better place
But lorn on accumulation in material waste
Sent, bent, thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To another extent, and leach on in any way
Worn kids might grow old and in to ugly, tall, dark strangers
Whose spirits slow, and fade off in other ways
I was them then
And I am
I still am
And I was
Me, oh, then I am
I still am now and then
(now and then)
Sent, bent, thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To higher extent, and leach on that way
You grow into any other stranger
Whose worn spirits slow, and fade off in sour ways