There’s a supernova burning inside me.
It wants knowledge.
It may be selfish.
History tells me my only purpose is to reproduce.
But there’s more.

I long for farout cities.
Towers unfamiliar to me.
People of all shades and backgrounds.
I want to know.

I don’t have enough time.
Time to absorb, like the sponges in the reefs we are slowly killing off with our carelessness.
I want to know about those before my ignorance leads to their extinction.

Maybe we are already exinct.
Maybe we died off years ago.
Long before anyone knew we were even here.
What’s left behind is the sad remains of what we once were.



No,
I will not let that happen.
There is still more.
More to be created and discovered.
The question is, what will we do with the wisdom the past has graciously bestowed upon us?
Will we change it?
that’s something to think about.