If ever we were innocent, that time that came and went

Looking back we'll hang our heads and say, "All things change."

At the start of this you have no idea

Barring precognition you just couldn't know how merciless all of this would seem from here and now but regret is just a game for fools

Barring hindsight there would still be disbelief lingering, bearing down

In retrospect, we can laugh at how obvious it is when the pillars go

But when it's all collapsing around your feet it seems you're always the last to know