What? – a late night poem

What are we? but hopes for the future,
memoirs of the past,
and moments of presence.

What were we? before fixed culture,
cultivating raw dreams,
Without limits or a fence.

What would we be? In spite of it all,
pursuing our goals,
without fear or hesitance.

Would we be the sort of people
who are long remembered
for our dazzling eloquence.

or swept aside by stronger tides
having to gather evidence
in our dreams defense.

What ever the return may be
I would rather live and be me.
More than a record of absence.

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