Now

 Once upon a time, 
In a far off distant land,
People lived in giant castles
And magnificent temples.
All that remains are empty, crumbling edifices
Silhouetted against the sky,
Attracting thousands, hungry to know
What the past was like. 
When they look upon these great relics,
Looking at a world long gone, 
Everything looks simple and still.

At home, nothing is simple.
The world moves, pushed by forces we can neither see
Nor understand.
Pushed by others, trapped by society,
We long for the past,
For in the past nothing can ever change.
In the past, all was simple
Everything made sense.
But try though we might,
We can't turn back the clock.

So we walk forward, going from moment to moment
In a panic, trying to make our slice of eternity
Last for as long as we can.
But time has a way of wearing us down
Until nothing is left of us.
Nothing but small remains of the role we once played.
If we're lucky, someone will remember us
As they go through our belongings.
All they see is a life that was simple
Empty but for the meaning we gave to it.
And as they look through the past,
They too will feel a longing to return to it.