Shall we follow? Shall we go?
What do you see?
A stitching of steps across the sand.
You see nothing then.
Footsteps across last summer’s shore
Is another’s reality soon washed away.
It is a thread woven in time;
A peek at the past passed by.
Can’t we follow this history
And reveal its mystery?
History is an illusion of light
As gone as yesterday’s shadow.
A shade, a flicker in a peep show,
Enticing as a striptease.
But when the final thread unravels
And when the last veil is dropped
The screen goes to black
Until another quarter’s in the slot.
And that’s the reveal of history,
You look, you see, and then repeat.