Searching for futures now so long passed by;
obscured by pasts somewhere up in the sky.
Where do I stand when I sit here alone?
Where will I go now that I am full grown?
My feet touch the ground where though am I?
Are my wings clipped so I no longer fly?
Or are they still there but now hidden from view?
This and so much more I wish that I knew.
At times I’m an orphan of days now long passed;
the product of shadows so long ago cast.
The light of the future makes yesterday’s shade;
that time in our lives when history was made.
But history’s only some words on a page;
it’s just one more form of life’s gilded cage.