No second chances.
We either try our best,
Or do our worst.
As long as we leave a legacy,
We don't care.
And that's the problem.
We want everyone to remember us.
And for what?
At some point,
There will be no one left to remeber.
Someday the earth will be silent,
the city streets
I don't see the reason fot it all.
We spend our entire lives
Trying to ptove to strangers,
That we are worth remembering.
You're family remembering you,
That's one thing.
An entire planet of other people
You've never met a day in your life,
And every generation after,
Is something else entirely.
Let's be honest,
Everyone has had an,
"I'm going to do my worst" moment,
In hopes of gaining even a second
In ths spotlight.
So a bunch of people,
Who in ten years,
won't even remember you ever existed,
Can notice you?
Explain to me the purpose of a legacy.
Explain why it's important strangers know you existed.
Explain to me,
Why life is an endless cycle of nothingness,