Nothing truly belongs

Our lives
have been lived before,
our dreams
have been dreamt before,
our drama
has been played a thousand times
in packed theatres,
our stories are not unique,
our pain, our tears, our suffering
have been stomached and forgotten,
our shames have been exposed,
our vulgarities despised,
our love, our passions, our joys
shall soon be reduced to distant memories.
Like the previous generations,
we too shall pass on the baton.
 
The brightest candles
will be blown by the wind,
the loudest philosophies 
will not make sense anymore,
neither the quietest moments,
like a ripple on a lake,
like a quiet shadow,
like a season’s passing.
The cave paintings will fade,
the greatest palaces and temples 
will turn to dust and rubble,
cities will disappear,
hordes of prophets 
and pantheons of gods- 
even the mightiest, 
will be falsified, 
civilizations will be buried,
mountains will fold,
and land will become sea. 

In an abandoned playground,
a broken swing sways gently
to the whims of the twilight breeze.
In the grand scheme of things,
in the nonchalant silence of the cosmos,
the universe minds its own business.