She asked me why I’m leaving,
The answer is muddied and transparent,
I asked her why I must go,
Because we are made up of our memories,
Or of what we forget.
She asked me why we fear the unknown,
But answers of the past are in the future,
I asked her why we want to suffer,
For a better tomorrow, she says,
Because we remember.
She asked if the traveler will return,
Though journeys must end for the sun to rise,
I asked if she will be safe,
Safer than you, she didn’t say.
Safer than us.
She asked why I had to evolve,
But I can’t tell if time stood still,
I asked her to walk with me tomorrow,
We all inherit the same amount of time,
Believing we are not just passing by.