As I stare at the murals on the walls of the cave,
That reflect the history of the gods and goddesses,
I can’t help but wonder about my history.
I feel a lifetime has passed me by…

I have done many things I could be proud of but yet
There’s always an abyss of things I should be doing.
My journeys far and wide only remind me that
I am but a speck in this world and yet in the present
Emotions trap me in this dimly lighted cave.

Was it the same for the immortals on the walls?
Like them, will I have a story to tell,
Of ancient wars and love pursuits?
Or will mine be one of quiet battles and distant affairs?
As I gaze at the gods in silent wonder, I ask myself,
Was I better yesterday or Is Tomorrow My only Hope?

The answer, I realized then, was staring me in the face,
Yesterday is hard and engraved, no one can change it
But,Tomorrow, is like an empty space on the wall of the cave,
I, like the Gods, have the power to design it.