Past Lives

comes the daylight - comes the sun
comes the insects just for fun,
slow and sure the day begins
whether it be winter, spring or summer,
our paths have never been more clear;
we reach high into the sky for answers
that no one sees where we stand,
our badges of courage have been
taken away - now belong the them...
them is who we fight against
them is who do not understand
them is where our future lies
them is who replaces our souls...
comes the morning - comes the day
comes the home of the brave,
no longer what we used to be and
far from where we ought to be,
we are the survivors of the past,
a lost generation in spacetime,
never to be seen again and never
to be retrieved from our illusive past.

February 3, 2024