Someone will turn out first

Someone will turn out first in this senseless race. Someone shoots off with sperm So the descendants run on. Someone will end in a battle or under a filthy fence. Fidgeting their ass on a razor, Carving patterns into a tree. Someone will write an epic, proudly dreaming — "Forever!". At the speed of an emu humans will soon erase the name. Between the millstones of events someone is ground into flour. By rebirths of lifetimes shattered into a hundred shards. A ray of the almighty sun will split a heart into a spectrum. Someone will find this key — the one who long groped for the vector. A cloud above the heads — faster, higher, stronger. Pauses between the words — maybe someone will hear. But who will forgive the cruel jokes of those who wander in the dark? Will be just a little bit gentle and stroke a child. Someone hidden under jackets. Someone who values freedom. And with the sandpaper of evil tongues Gets polished — to their delight.