A curse in all of us,
the desire to be known
No words to explain eternity,
how fast a life flashes by,
we’re pencil strokes in a million-page book
A little voice in all of us,
singin’, how will they remember us?
Memory slips
too mortal for its own good
Remembrance is a galaxy
The black holes suck in lives
till it all explodes into nothing
and how will they remember us then?
Why do we remember
who’s written in history
were they just
at the right place
at the right time?
If we don’t listen to the past
why will they listen to us?
No words to explain eternity,
how fast a life flashes by,
we’re pencil strokes in a million-page book
A little voice in all of us,
singin’, how will they remember us?
And it’s easy to see
how important we are
day to day
If we don’t think
about a universe
formed in forever,
a galaxy
rooted in eternity
and too many lives
to ever be remembered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem