Our Legend 1,000 Years From Now

Tis a man or a legend

or a legend of a man?

The nobel dreams of the dreary

that lead only to empty boasts of

days too far gone to ever prove

otherwise or otherfool

or anything in between

No, these pursuits hold the keys

to our hearts on some days

they hold the moon to our tides

and yet we waste away without

even the tiniest stone turned

beneath a mountain's range

and we look to the stars and

know there must be more out there,

either much much more

or nothing at all.