I am only
a collection of my memories.
My body is worth nothing,
it’s what I do that lasts for eternity.
All of us grow,
this will never stop.
I must remember
we belong to all even that
which we cannot touch.
My mind makes it tough
as though it cannot handle it
but saying it is wrong for it is separate.
Many question, most ignore
that life itself can be quite sore.
Those that live in bliss, must live in ignorance.
Oh how wonderous, it makes me wonder about us.
I am not an artist, I am just a person
who’s brain will not stop questioning.
It gets lonely, but I know it is not real
for when I feel, with all it is real.
A flower makes me smile, so does a spider;
it lives just like I and the same it will die.
Will the flower or a dog
ever know how we share thoughts?
Through our mouths we speak
but this will change in 200 years.
Just like Troi we will truly speak our minds;
not hide behind words, causing despair in my time.
We’re advancing quickly, our intellect can’t keep up
maybe in the future we can patch up the rough.
But for now we cannot, right now we are us.
When memories are stored and replayed through the years,
I hope our descendants will share our feelings and tears.
It is not easy behind human, with grievances I have
but I should not be scared.
I belong to it all and all is inherently kind.
I will cherish my memories and love with my mind.
