We shall search until we find,

all the cities left behind.

Floods of water,

floods of sand,

erased the people, hid the land.

The tales are told of near perfection,

yet their presence defies detection.

From the tales that you have heard,

do you believe a single word?

Perhaps simply a teaching tale,

a reminder that life and things are frail.

The myth allows us all to feel,

that something dreamed of can be real.

Yet one thing is true for us on earth,

we’ll all experience death and birth.

So cities come and cities go,

as we will too.

When?

We don’t know.