I was once asked how I’d like to be remembered 
and I simply smiled and said “I’d rather 
stay forever.” It was possibly my loudest cliché 
but felt better than just walking away. I don’t 
know what my legacy will be. song, some 
words I wrote, or a kid I’ll never see. All of 
these things scare me half to death. I’ll suffer 
the day just hoping for the best. But that’s not 
to say I don’t think that all of this can change.
But that’s not to say I won’t wake up some day 
with a lion’s pride that I’m going to be okay. 
If again I’m asked how I’d like to be remembered, 
next time I’ll be better prepared for 
the answer, but you’ll never know much of 
the [bad word]  so I’ll just exist. It’s all I can do. So 
much to consider and too much to grasp. To 
swallow mortality is enough of a task and 
leaving your mark is just too much to ask. 
I’ll just bow my head and leave out the back.