Vestige (working title)

Antiques once calming and comforting 
Are now defaced and unrecognizable 
Faces that once gleamed with youth 
Are now tainted 
Re-painted by the paint brush of time 
The streets I once frolicked on as a child 
Are now but a vestige of nostalgia 
And the dreams I once dreamt 
Have become nothing but dreams 
Fantasies that never manifested into reality 
The dreams have never changed 
But the one who has dreamt has, 
Everything remains the same 
At the same time 
Everything starts to change