Decay.

I had the knowledge of the pain and horror that I would feel in this world,

just as strongly as I felt all of the potential joy. 

But, as I'm older, 

I can forsee the potential decay that will happen when 

I finally become tired of all of these feelings. 

The constant fall and rise of my breath, 

the quickening and slowing of my pulse. 

It will, sometime, become a trail that I will no longer wish to walk. 

This is why humans are mortal. 

If I, one simple cell in the impossible sea of people, 

can see the travels that I will encounter in this minescule skull, 

I do not yearn to imagine the future generations for 

I also do not imagine that the evolution of the mind ever stops. 

People will become wiser, not all with age, 

for true wisdom comes from experiences. 

Wisdom stems from those trails that we will eventually trip over and stop taking. 

I cannot stop them now, but I do hope that at some point

I will overcome the killer of the mind as this earth indeed kills my body. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.