You want to be something the world will remember
Afraid of being forgotten and lost in a world of infinite voices
You make a canvas and paint your heart to leave a foot print in their mind
But you are just a spirit with no body
And bodies are all they care to see
You take a photo and sign it “sincerely, me”
In the hopes that someone will remember you were here while the world was turning
Question: How do you want people to remember you?