Beautiful sky above me,
Wondrous winds around me,
Soft ground beneath me,
Vibrant souls where I look,
Heartbeat slowly moving in my chest,
Will I be a memory on anybody's mind?
Will I be a dream in anybody's sleep?
Will anyone actually miss me when I go?
I wouldn't miss myself, yet I will miss so many before me, so many that I may never overcome their departure...
Yet I have never offered a reason to miss or be missed,
And I am left to ponder what will be left of me?
I will miss you, will you miss me?
Christopher over 2 years ago
Beautiful, Tyler. Something we should all ponder.