What if life as a human really began with each of us
blowing as a gust of wind on Mercury -
before becoming bacteria on Venus,
then humans here on Earth.
Wouldn't that mean that death here's not really
the end of anything at all, it's just the first step
to our journey as Martians atop the red planet.
And even though that's the end of time in another,
very different body, that's not the end yet either.
Cause after that we go on to become storms on Jupiter,
the very ancestors of Hurricanes Katrina and Sandy
or earthquakes in beautiful places. Then we hula hoop
the rings of Saturn as if we are Star ballerinas and actresses.
On Uranus we course through unexplored,
nameless oceans before becoming Neptune's tears
and Pluto's goodbyes. But even that is not where
Time himself fades away because there's still
so many millions of miles
left in space for us
to explore and enjoy.