Poems From an Earthling

My Mission to Nothingness

What dimension am I from?
Why am I even here?
In this body.
With this face.
With these teeth.
Why?
With this mind, trapped in this generation.
16 with the mind of a 30 year old.
With this wallet with the mind of a billionaire.
Do I have a mission?
My soul longs to remember.
My past life.
A Mexican lady from the 80's?
What was I like?
Was I a Queen or a servant?
Was I a rabbit or a palm tree?
What was I like?
What did I do in that life?
What do I need to do in this one?
I feel so out of place in this body.
I don't remember what being 16 was like.
Was I always this ambitious?
Maybe I was an Egyptian fisherman.
Or maybe I was a fish.
I might be from another planet in another galaxy.
I might have been one of the brightest stars in the Milky way.
I could have been one of the very first fetuses to ever be aborted.
But what about this life?
What will I be? 
What will I do?
Will I remember this life in my next one?
Will I be a government spy in the year 3000?
Will there even be the year of 3000?
But where will I go at the end?
No,  I mean the end of everything.
Will I just be nothing?
Will there even be words to describe the emptiness of the Universe?
Will there even be a Universe?
Or will there be just be literally nothing?