Frozen in time and buried in sand
Are secrets of the past
Bloodlines hidden in plain sight
Genetic copies of godlike characters
With bearers consciously unaware
Tragically consumed by the inanities of existence 
The drudgery of everyday life
And the struggle to find bread

The glory is not lost
It’s only hidden in history waiting to be told
Albeit by those bold enough to look
To dig, to search, to listen
To pay attention to the head
The spirit of ancestral yearnings 
The energy of subconscious truths
Is the liberation of a special kind