Belief in own power

It was a time of light,
where man trusted in the power of the lineage of light
and believed that somewhere in night sky
there was a star of his name.

And it was a time of power,
where man trusted in the power of the lineage of man
and in his statue.

And now is the time
when man believes in his own power
and draws his lineage on his own skin
and light into his own world.

But there are countless worlds now.
Are you someone’s world
or just a vigil for the dead
who fade away in time?

Who will watch over you
when the world of worlds is gone
and the light of lights is extinguished,
if you have stood in no one’s name
but your own?