Men are haunted by the vastness of distance and time
and so we ask ourselves,
Will our actions echo across eternity?

As I dig deep, deep within my soul
I come up empty handed
The deep abyss has taken its toll
All my strength disbanded

As I tumble into a free fall
Questions loftily rise
Will I be reminisced at all,
After death closes my eyes?

Will my footprints be cast,
in cement so they may last?
Or in the sands of the seaside
to be swept away by the tide?

Will what I say,
be quoted or become cliché?
Or will it be erased from the chronicle
like all else that is forgettable?

Will statues of precious stone be built in my likeness?
Will my endeavours become myths of greatness?
Will stars be named in my honour,
illuminating the dark forever?
Will my actions ripple for light years and millenia?