Dear the vast open universe that I call my own,

To the ones that will see this, farewell.

For I am on a mission to see what is right with life

And what might be wrong.

I am disappearing,

Into what I do not know.

Now I am not escaping life,

Just rebuilding it.

 

To the builders of the next generation,

Is there song to sing when there is no work?

I have observed the ones with might;

Strength they do have but no cunning.

I have seen those with cunning:

The ones in the corner whom’s strategy will

Either create or destroy the good and evil

That is living.

 

I have foreseen the next stage of life,

The ones with strength will kill,

The ones with cunning will destroy.

There will be no order,

Only chaos.

God only knows what will come of it.

New life, stronger death?

Who will say, there is no answer yet.

But things will come, no matter.

 

So to that I say dear the ones who fear

What is not before them,

Staring them in the eye with foreboding darkness.

Dear the ones who cry out at new opinion

To what might make up life in it’s own.

Dear the ones who anger at those who

Differ from them,

In shape or tongues or color.

There is no time for such.

 

Dear the ones who will come to see this

And fear for their loved ones,

There is no fear anymore in this vast universe.

Only those who will say no more and make change,

And those who will cower and hide behind the others.