The death of each generation

Springs new life

The past left to wither in the past

To be read by the new youth

All that came before us

Hiding within the crevices of history

The marks of distant humanity

Tracing every inch of our skin

The fragments of our identities

Snapping together to construct our DNA

Our souls, alive or deceased

Leave a trail between the past and present

Each second that we thrive and perish

The further we distance ourselves from the past

The closer we are to the future

The anachronisms of our relatives

Are the coarse remnants of the past

And the possessions of the new youth

Will become anachronisms

For the generations to follow.