But what remains when we depart?
In hearts, a whisper, a fading art.
In letters to your future self,
A thought sneaks in, like a helpful elf:
No matter if your deeds were grand,
People forget, as time's soft sand.
Be it good or bad, big or small,
In the end, memories fall.
Don't fret about what others may say,
In the end, they'll drift away.
If you're worried about what they'll think,
Take a step back, don't let it sink.
People focus most on themselves,
In their minds, you'll gather dust on shelves.
So, live your life, do what's true,
Don't let others dictate to you.
For in the end, when all is set,
In people's minds, you'll be soon forget.
So chase your dreams, don't hold back tight,
In your own story, be the light.
For in the end, when the sun has set,
In time's embrace, they all forget.
-eika ©
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