Are we what we are,
Or what we once were?
We had wandered far,
Caught up in the whirr
Of a rainbowed cloud—
Every hue and shade!
Part of the in-crowd,
Vanity-arrayed,
Till our dreams dispersed
Like scythed blades of grass.
Truer colors burst
From the looking glass.
Are we what we are,
Or what we shall be?
Or what we shall be?
Save your au revoir
Lifeless, shadowy.
How can we adjourn
As we homeward go?
Let us gladly yearn
For fair lands we'll know
When this path obscured
Yields to wondrous light.
Remain reasurred
By forthcoming sight.
David Acosta © 2025
