in the mists of time we are all but specs of dirt upon the ground.
washed away by the rain, trampled by the creatures, and smashed by those around us
we try to make something of the time we have upon this earth, but try as we may our efforts no matter how great are futile.
futile to those around us futile to those who rule over us and futile to those who use us to better themselves.
the only person or people our efforts are noticed by is ourselves and the one who truly love us for who we are.
try as we may to make the world notice us we truly need not do anything for those who truly matter already see us and notice everything that we do
we need only stop and look round ourselves to see that the ones who truly matter have noticed us all along.
we never had to do anything except be ourselves and live our life and love our family
that is all that truly matters in the mists of time on this tattered earth.
that is all that truly matters
