Days blur
Weeks spin
Tell me
Where exactly are we
April 2020?
Who counted us to here
Who started us from there
Who commenced to write
This is the year of…
An ancient Roman
A Druid
A seer from the future
Who knew it
Didn’t really matter
Time takes over
And it all adds up to nothing
In the end
Our histories
Are all personal
We weren’t here way back when
Calendars began
Or before then
When there weren’t even men
And we won’t be here when this world ends
I hope
So
We are just another bunch of people history forgot
Are we not
All just
Floating?
