Age steals my soul one day at a time And all that which I own will one day no longer be mine. One day I will cease all these words that I write And in my eyes you will no longer find any light.
In a far distant future where we are all immortalized, Iām catching rainbows in my hands and setting my dreams alight. I hope you take inspiration from these things that I say, Because I am already old And I am already grey.
When I am gone, new words this world will create, But I exist in the old world And when I leave this place, It will all become too late to change. They may cure all the hurt that lives in this world, But the cure will come too late for us as a people.
Future generations will learn from our past mistakes, But those lessons are not yet known, the ozone is floating away. The ark of all knowledge that contains the DNA of the extinct, Will one day be needed if we are all to truly live.