Tomb Tourist

I am a tomb tourist,
Born to the parentage unknown,
What was once a future of a dark?
Somewhat bleak and forbidden, forecast...

Reincarnated out of shocking,
Waste of precious past,
Whom I am desperately trying,
To forget and plug into the future.

I am at odd with,
The prevalent philosophy,
Of live and forget,
So that every day seems,
A whole new experience.

Descendant of those,
At the vanguard of nostalgic umpire,
Unearthing the faded aura,
And confirming the journey,
Traveled by intrepid ancestors,
Only to never to return.

I plan to visit,
Cemeteries where emperors and soldiers,
Were laid to rest,
But to tell you a secret,
The pharaoh of sphinx,
Had their mortals blasted in the outer space.

The mutiny is around the corner,
Its time to get rid of, all d graves,
I wish my body is never found,
When its time to go and,
There is nothing to grieve over,
Or lower into a grave,
Better by far to forget and smile,
Than that you should remember and be sad,
As this hedonist claims,
I an dead serious...
I am the tomb tourist
I am the Tutankhamun reincarnated...