Discarded

To search for what is found, there by the edge
of roads and pathways. Places where time is still
against the movement taking all the world
to somewhere else, just the same as they left
behind. To find there what is left and lost,
discarded and forgotten. Now ignored
by those who pass by, only unaware
of what is there – beyond their easy reach.

A history waiting to be found again.
A chance to connect, break the hold of time
that keeps us here, apart from those past worlds
we only reach through fragments left behind.
All that remains are fragments, nothing more.
and all we know and all we are and were
is all we leave behind too, nothing more.