UNTITLED

Can one know the meanings
Of words written
In times of old
By people who have
Gone and taken
Secrets once told

Written symbols
Changed by time
Emotions gone
By death's black hand
The thoughts of a mind
Stifled by time

The question remains
Can meanings be read
In emotionless words
Of writers past
Bodies cold as stone
Thoughts lost
For all time

The images changed
With new generations
While the society
Long forgotten
Becomes one
With the soil

No one knows how
Ones of old thought
The meanings are lost
For all time to come and go

In time even we are forgotten
And our meanings
Are lost
For all eternity

True meanings
Of writings
Only the inventors
Of them know