
A star died.
Billions of years ago.
A small speck of light in the sky.
Nothing to see.
Oh, I am so tired.
Let me turn on the TV…

A star died.
Billions of years ago.
A small speck of light in the sky.
Nothing to see.
Oh, I am so tired.
Let me turn on the TV…

Motivated.
To take good and quick decisions.
To leave the cradle.
To move forward.
To go far far away and reach the stars.
Not willing to see back.
To that smiling old man.
Sitting in his old house.
Alone.
Motivated to stand fast.
To where he is…
Proud for His son…

Humans trying to make robots more humane.
So that they accept them.
For we can only accept what is similar to us.
Walk down the road.
Failing to ask the simplest of questions.
I have accepted the cosmos.
(But has the cosmos accepted me?)