we are assaulted by
the noise of the past
by the time we hear
the slow-moving sound
it is too late to change
we are trapped in the net
of lost opportunities
asleep among the pillars
monuments of defeat
until we awake to
the speed of light
showing us the present
tiny glimpses of the future
we must close our ears
welcome the light
indulge in the sweetness
of our illuminated mind