wherein we fail

wherein we fail to understand the signs
of changing seasons and the rising tide
informing us we cannot long abide
within the bounds set by these ancient lines
each city that we build in time declines
and we must pass without a hint of pride
into those places which we'd long denied
and give up all our plans and our designs
so that the mystic symbols are aligned
in tune with all the stars that we have seen
the time has come for others to depart
from those positions they had been assigned
by honest peasant or by vulgar queen
and close the chambers of the waiting heart