Tuesday, June 7, 2011

The New is Old

Millennia from now
We will be less than a speck
Upon the horizon
Dust and ruins
Barely memories
Better to be forgotten
But what is anything
We repeat the same cycle
We create what has already been
This life of ours
To tear our piece
Of legacy
From the jaws
Of destiny
There is nothing we do
That isn't dust
Nothing we try
That isn't lost
In the mists of time
Its all gone
Sooner or later
The new is old