Old Growth

When was it

that

we all became this?

Distant, old version

of ourselves.

Don't you remember?

Saying you'd be better.

Fixed on a daydream;

Tidal waves of world change.

Gone,

somehow,

now,

the gold dust in our eyes...

When was it

that

we all became this?

Relic

What am I?

Love?

Deceit?

Evil?

Where was I dropped?

How did I fall so far?

When I want to be like them - 

When my face flows like a river. 

Who was I ever?

Other than this soft gingerbread

of someone

you constantly ask to remember.