I feel like I'll eventually be
Forgotten
Placed in the footnotes of histories *** crack
An insignificant blip on the radar of Earth
Fading away into the memories
Of a dead planet and a dying species

As my ancestors came before me,
So I shall be
Dead in the dirt, while the worms
Feed upon me,

I just wish I could be a hermit
Spend my days quietly meditating
Watching young trees grow tall
While the world forgets about me,
And I was it spiral into chaos
While I sit here,
Watching, and waiting,
Perfect equanimity
As the world falls around me
In small glass and steel pieces

But it's okay to be forgotten,
It means you never made any ripples
and if my life goes as I want it too,
I'll be pushed out of everyones head
Before I am even dead

And I want it that way