Asteroid

Rolling around in a vacuum.
Boulder ten sizes above a tomb.
Glimpsing all that has ever been.
When I started I was another fifteen.
Times the mass that I am today.
Surface more smooth than jagged insanity.
Still I roam like I always have.
I have no propulsion.
I just glide kinda fast.

Spinning end over pointed tip.
At some point once again I’ll split.
Impact is and will always be the cause.
Not like I have the option to pause.
Plot, analyse then make a decision.
Have to admit that would be some vision.
To see what might come next.
Not be a passenger.
I spectator in mass.

Truly I shouldn’t really complain.
I’m as old as time and seen everything.
To a point I know what will come next.
Not exact details but some rough bets.
Still it leaves me all in awe.
Life out here has never been a bore.
For the worlds are quite eclectic.
Instilled with beauty.
I never fully expect it.