Past Eyes

Time always seems new to the future.

 

Confusing outreach;
Strange lines of
expression.
Verbalize yourself
upon the sky

“I was here”

To what end?
Cruel taskmaster:
           Time
               watch it slip

              AWAY

Forgotten then rediscovered

Is it new?
They think so…

            “Myself, my family, my life
                 my times, my world”

They whine, Oh so NEW

but

look

behind

           YOU
             
               will discover
another timeless Joe Smoe
just like you.

 

 

Author's Note

Every new generation thinks the world is new. its all new to them. a reflection.