Not a care in this world,
I wish I could just vanish,
From the gaze of every eye,
Like I'd cease to exist.
Fade from the minds of those,
Where my memory still lingers,
Step off the crossroads to those,
Whose paths I once shared.
I could then die in content,
Erased from the minds of those,
Who still hold me close,
For living is thought,
To be alive is to linger as an echo in someone's thought.
So when I am forgotten for good,
I am no more alive.
Only then am I truly dead.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 10:04 PM UTC
Not a care in this world,
I wish I could just vanish,
From the gaze of every eye,
Like I'd cease to exist.
Fade from the minds of those,
Where my memory still lingers,
Step off the crossroads to those,
Whose paths I once shared.
I could then die in content,
Erased from the minds of those,
Who still hold me close,
For living is thought,
To be alive is to linger as an echo in someone's thought.
So when I am forgotten for good,
I am no more alive.
Only then am I truly dead.
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