Maybe now or years later, I will wither back to atoms,
Atoms that will grow new life, new food, new forms;
5 billion years from now, the sun will no longer sustain us,
If we do leave Earth, we can't take everything with us;
Some of my atoms may leave and some of it will stay,
I hope chaos plays fair to me for I yearn for grander things,
Everything here will indefinitely return back to being simple compunds, what I was before, what I am now and what I will be reduced to not yielding life or supporting it,
A chapter in the universe ending in it's due course of time;
I will take my place among the stars as C, Ca, Fe and N,
At the least I do hope they find their way in the cosmos;
My story and my memories will not matter there or nor do I wish it will, the fact that the elements that hold me together now was stardust and will return as it started, It gives me comfort, it truly does;
Some of me will be floating across the cosmos, the dark matter, dark energy, Witnessing fiery star births and their deaths, becoming them, shattered away from them;
Mostly I hope they explore light years away than I can imagine in my human form,
Without the constraints I have now to prevent me to do so,
This is the afterlife I want and I already know it will come true.