Humans are great at creating tools.

Digging themselves into and out of problems.

Every single one carries a great bag.

Some work and some don’t.

Those that function and those that are broken.

Carried around as a memento to past issues solved.

A personal trophy just for you to look at.

Maybe it is not just tools that work like that.

You keep other fragments around.

Dreams and other things.

I know you still look for they are a remnant of desire.

Never able to come to fruition,

But proof that you still loved.