Us

Someday

a day will come

that passes by without me. The sun

traveling across the sky without my gaze.

The earth spinning the same,

in a seemingly eternal dance with the sun.

For now though

I breathe.

And in breathing I live,

and in living I dream,

of a day, a day spent walking,

among a more mature version of us.

All of us, together as one.

Somehow having gained the knowledge

and wisdom that comes from having

to become what we must become.

One people on this orb that we call earth.

Hurtling endlessly through the cosmos,

spinning and spinning.