I am so sorry for my story, with all the glory!

I used to have all these memories
from another time, and another place,
when I could understand the river, the cloud
the beaver, out loud.

I had all this knowledge
of my past and future lives,
they did not let me, as I
stepped over the threshold,
once a new mould, all that I know
stayed with me, ducks in a row.
Go, go go!

Once I learned what to do,
me and you, we became stars,
up there, in the sky,
saying hi, looking
funny at this little planet called Earth.

Am I that smart, Bart?
Go, bring your cart,
we are here to stay,
Masters of the Milky Way.

But the surprising bit,
growing as I've seen fit,
one day, on reverse,
I become one with the Universe.

And then many, way too many
being of light set the sky
alight, so bright,
and said to me:
Welcome, little one!