The doomsday trekkers
who only know themselves
on the edge of annihilation
I wrote for people who hadn't been born
so that they may not die
My own are their own annihilation
My own are their own rat race
blind mice riding coattails
When tech kills all that's left
of misplaced values
Sons and daughters
of the dead generation
will look up
See, not all the stars burnt up
for the sake of seeing themselves shine
Some set out to create self-aware
solar systems
which recognize the spinning cycle
in order to break them
Worlds spin in order for us to realize
motion sickness
Realization escapes
doomsday proclamations
Entropy is a great play of elements
whom all desire to expand
to infinite proportions
Stardust longing to shine
Enlightenment is beyond space and time
I wrote to you so that you may not suffer
as I did
So that you may discover
the true self
never burns out
never stops shining