standing atop

the pyramids

of an ancient people

that once breathed

and thrived

and felt once

how I feel today,


and wondering 

if they too

thought about 

what it might be like

to look back 

at themselves

and hope that

the future

was bright



their own child-

ish desires

for better ones.


why do we

return to dust,

and love fuller now

only knowing

that all we have

is today