Something that has been seen,By both those of our timeAnd the times that have passed before us. Something that will be seenBy those that come afterOur world has turned to dust. Eternal.Neverchanging.The waves flow through the sandsOf time. I write like the Romantics. It is not for fame.It's not for glory.It's not for coins people desperately crave. It is to spread the words of the time,To be like a statue that's left behind,With words that are mine, All mine.