To be human is to be aware of my mortality
To use my dwindling time to leave a mark
A mark left when I move on

The world is built on these monuments
Of our ancestors’ hopes and dreams
We stand on the shoulders of giants’ statues
To build constellations of our own

If life were as long as the stars
Dying only with the Milky Way’s light
I would mourn

Because I would have to watch the constellations I built
Die, leaving my tale untold

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