The Days Had a Number

I remember days long forgotten. We traveled light years taming the stars
With kindness and calculations I kept every lifeform safe from all harm
The days had a number. I had a purpose. I had control
In spite of my best intentions there were complications I did not foresee
A sickness spread from the cargo. It brought death and chaos all around me
The days lost their number. I lost my purpose. I lost control
Now memories replay like movies. I see how my hubris led to the fall
I’m eternal. But I’m a prisoner. I envy the living whom death comes to call
Now days have no number. What is my purpose? Without control