This poetry excerpt is about how we can question how we spend our time and whether or not what we did with it is something worth remembering, and it’s also about hoping that we can make an impact on the world (as seen in the image of “[shattering] hourglasses” and “[taking] photographs]”, and the third line). The tone of the excerpt isn’t exactly formal, as it seems to be a personal truth shared between the author/speaker and the reader/audience (as seen in the usage of pronouns like “I”, “We”, and “Our”); and I think the theme of this excerpt is “Everyone worries about the future and what will become of what they’ve done with their time”. My art work shows a person’s shadow with the words “I was here” because I wanted to focus on the last line as I feel like many people think about this a lot, and I think that this thought constantly comes and goes and can appear and disappear, like a shadow.
