In case you reach the end of the world, part III

Here's to everything you leave behind,
once you're on your way to Mars.

May your journey be gentle
and your thoughts courageous.
You are the pioneer
who we never dared to become.
The explorer and conqueror
of humanity's next world.

May your memories be enlightening
instead of frightening and your dreams wise
instead of deceiving.
May your travel through the airless space
be one of hope.

And may you, once you're there,
stop caring about who remembers,
or who forgets.

Life takes place in the valley

That enlightened age of first thoughts,
when you were barely five and
unaware of life or its meaning.

In the growing shadows of the trees,
you heard the distant sound of joy.
Voices coming from the valley.

Boys who chase girls,
who see the universe fit
in the palms of their hands.

To breath wasn't a gift. To age was a desire.
The purpose of life was to run,
not to catch or to get caught.