Is It Time, Yet?

Go sixty thousand years,
Back through our history,
There is nothing found that can tell us much,
Though we're not shy to see,

Ourselves in the bones and few stone tools,
Well, who else could there be,
It's like when someone asks who you've become,
I can only ever ever really be me,

Now here we are in this Covid statis,
Like finally it's time,
To be who we were always meant to be,
Though we are past our prime,

Things haven't changed,
Nor have you changed inside,
The most you can do's what you never did,
As all of your dreams and hopes slowly died.