Shadows of a Rusty Gate

Shadows of a rusty gate
Is this our reality?
Sitting on a dusty road,
The end closer than it seems.

Jagged leaves, fallen branches,
The seeds blown so far away.
Sunset orange or the dawn,
Hard to tell the night from day.

A broken smile still remains,
Seeping from a time before.
And the laughter over silence,
Uncovers signs of more.