The Furture

. On a cold March night From the frozen stone that's earth I stared at the distant stars As the cold and mortal wind Flowed though my veins instead of blood A tingling rose up my spin, and in my head. And I asked the universe, " Where do we go from here." And the universe explained, " I am not evil or good. But with me you will always remain Rambling bone or living ash, Consciousness will be your future As it was your past. "