We are scavengers feeding on the past
Digging the cold grave sentiments.
Rumination casts our vain glory to ever-last
Bulging a baggage of hoary sediments.
We are wanderers seeking perfection
Roving towards goals and victory.
The path twines and winds till the horizon
Raising the uncertainty and our misery.
We are blessings of this moment and now
Decked by hueful threads of memory and fantasy.
Today is the only truth time would allow
For us to re-enact our life built on fallacy.