Many on this planet are scared.
Scared of what the future holds.
Scared of what will soon unfold.
An economy crashing once again.
Two wars for historians to pen.
But me, I am done with fear.
I am thankful for my life, unclear.
Being born in this time.
The last generation to climb.
The land for shelter from the storm.
Who might even make it off this rock.
Nanotechnology might soon lift us atop.
The environment we have killed.
Exploring deep space to again steal.
Or death might be a wormhole, our souls shot.
To another galaxy and a new spot.
If repeated my soul is here to help reclaim.
Civilizations from destroying their flame.
What color will our skin be when reborn?
What vehicle will we use to move our life form?
A new America in another galaxy maybe.
Less exceptional , more empathetic and less free.