We probe an empty shell that has no smell, a leaf that has dried
A pillar that fell, a dry well, all to see what lays inside
A fragment of bone, fossil in stone, coral left by the tide
A pottery shard, a papyrus discard meaning implied
Words of the dead, wisdom once said, while others the truth denied
Echoes of the past, prints that last, old memories that have died
What was before is nothing anymore, in dead myth they hide