As I drift away from society
I wonder how long it will be
Before society no longer notices me.
And I become just another
black and white memory
of someone that used to be.
How long do we leave before
we're truly gone?
In words left behind will I linger on?
Or is it just poetic vanity,
to think my words grant some
Minor form of Immortality.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 1:17 PM UTC
As I drift away from society
I wonder how long it will be
Before society no longer notices me.
And I become just another
black and white memory
of someone that used to be.
How long do we leave before
we're truly gone?
In words left behind will I linger on?
Or is it just poetic vanity,
to think my words grant some
Minor form of Immortality.
Been gone awhile glad to be back!
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