I had a dream,
some nights ago,
what it could mean,
I do not know.
Took a minute to recover though,
sitting up but still slumped over,
everything was moving slow.
And although since,
the fog has lifted,
I can tell that
something in me shifted.
A shadow came to dim within me,
the glow that I was gifted.
In my dream,
I saw a primitive man,
fidgeting with a dented can.
He quickly deduced,
it was a can of fruit.
For a caveman I found him
to be surprisingly astute.
Not a clue as to how
to open it however,
with this he could not dispute.
He was eager to open his gift,
from a strange and unknown land,
but as you and I we surely know,
it can be difficult to open a can.
Especially if you forgot the opener,
when your trip back in time
was hastily planned.
Amazed to find
that I could visit
any time in my past.
My future was off-limits however,
that die is not yet cast.
Tangerines in a can,
was the only thing I had.
They'd been rolling around
my floorboard so long,
it's a wonder they hadn't gone bad.
I wanted to bring some peaches.
but they're too in demand.
Tangerines, the only thing
that I could bring,
to not arrive with an empty hand.
I was really quite disheveled,
as I said,
I hastily planned.
I simply got too excited,
when I left for caveman land.
I miscalculated and wound up,
in the Pleistocene.
Glaciers over a mile thick,
the most ice I'd ever seen.
Searching for the caveman,
was tougher than you'd think.
Melting handfuls of ice,
along the way,
just to get a drink.
Finally there, a telltale sign,
an indication,
there dwelt my kind.
The smoke from a fire
rising high,
blending with the drab
colorless dreamt up sky.
"If it's the last thing I do
before I die,
I'll find the elusive caveman,
so I can ask him why."
Where does he believe,
we took some wayward turn?
To a caveman does it seem,
that the modern world receives,
exactly what it's earned?
Because if you ask me,
as far as I'm concerned,
we reject and heedlessly spurn,
what our ancestors
would have us learn.
Finally face to face,
an progenitor of my race.
I shake his hand,
hug him tight,
and totally invade his space.
He flinched at first,
for surely he feared,
that I had come to threaten
what it is he holds most dear.
Out of sheer confusion,
befuddled, scratching his beard.
He thought,
"This stranger who looks strange,
is...