Maybe in my lonely blood,
Recorded the fate of billions of people on Earth?
I look for them in my own blood,
Under the microscope as a microbiologist.
Maybe in my lonely blood,
History has been preserved as a memory.
I study it as an archaeologist,
I dig with shovels and a pickaxe.
Maybe in my lonely blood,
The molecules of the future live.
I'm looking for them like a diver,
In the depths of the ocean of Fate?
Maybe...
16.06.2020