What happens when I leave this world?
Will I be remembered at all?
Maybe by a few souls I met along the way
If that
How many of us leave marks on the sand?
How long will they last
Before being swept away by the waves of time
All is as it once was and that’s the way it always will be
The actual span of our existence only forms the core
Our life and our existence will leave ripples
Through the people we’ve met
The things we’ve said and done
When the body is gone
And the soul ascended
All that remains are the echoes
Once these fade away
And they will, someday,
Only then will we have well and truly passed on
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