Dust

DUST
When I see a film and discover
these thoughts of mine are not that of a modern mind.
People before me shared my disposition
Their dialogue more intricate than history depicts.

Not just shades of black and white
but the delicate and harsh shades of grey
It's good to know of an ancestral emotion.
People have felt this way before.

So how come I believed that time
clasped the hand of evolution, of thought,
and walked down the streets of what's to come;
smiling at the dawn of a new age.

Could it be me? Blind to the truth of history.
"they loved then too you know",
I'll grow and learn to pass on the baton
to a youth that judges me less worthy of emotion.

Caravaggio's curse
We'll all fall back to the same emotion,
not perfectly, but in verse,
and come to the same conclusions that our ancestors did.