He told me Humanity would never change.
"Not quite," said to him,
"Eventually he will, even if it's not his aim,
for everything passes after so long an age."

I watched him crawl and watched him walk
I watched him learn and watched him try
I watched him speak and talk,
And all the while, time went by.

And when he had gained enough of the experience
He was greedy, he was covetous,
He was selfish and he was mischievous
And still he lied in the right tense.

And through the aeons, I've seen seeds sprout
And seen their seedlings develop bark
And the deep waters turn within and without
And still inside the ground it remained dark.

Whatever and whoever there was, he stole and killed
Without regret, remorse, grief or pains.
For life's simplest personal gains,
He destroyed what had been built.

And all the while, I, Immortal Beholder,
Have come to know that Humanity will never change,
Have come to see what he really is;
A thing inalterable even by age!

Before the body,
there was only light…
two sparks circling the same sky,
whispering across the night
without names, without form.
Only memory waiting to return.

No promises of peace were made.
Only one truth:
When the time comes, shake me awake.
Break me, if that’s what it takes.

It was never meant to be easy.
Only real.

So when the fire comes…
eyes that know too much,
hands carrying a mirror
no one else dares to hold…
something ancient stirs.

Not a fairytale reunion.
Not soft edges,
but friction that strips illusions clean.

Some connections aren’t meant to soothe.
They arrive to undo.
To pull up what was buried,
to tap the nerves no one else could reach.
A mirror that doesn’t flatter,
but reveals.

The kind that doesn’t offer safety…
but demands truth.

And through the ache,
a quiet remembering:
this has happened before.

Maybe not in this skin,
but in some echo of a life
where recognition wasn’t a feeling…
it was a force.

Not everyone would see it.
But for those who’ve made the pact…
the soul knows.