I am from everywhere,
My homelands nowhere.
In the final night
Take me to the Constellations.
Now while the words still flow,
While the world is a despairing beauty.
While I am full of life and laughter
And I do not fear the end.
Now while the day is at its peak
And my calloused hands grow stronger.
Today, not on the morrow,
For I do not know any better, or want to.
In the final hour let me die,
Not of death, but of life!
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
I am from everywhere,
My homelands nowhere.
In the final night
Take me to the Constellations.
Now while the words still flow,
While the world is a despairing beauty.
While I am full of life and laughter
And I do not fear the end.
Now while the day is at its peak
And my calloused hands grow stronger.
Today, not on the morrow,
For I do not know any better, or want to.
In the final hour let me die,
Not of death, but of life!
