I write in pencil because my words don't deserve eternity. They'll fade eventually just like me. And when we all float off into an everlasting darkness, it'll be as though we never existed. Even our ideas get twisted. Our conscious minds always rationalizing. Power and greed are tantalizing. Even the purest hearts can be swayed. Deep down we all want to get paid. Money and accolades; keep feeding my ego. Temptation follows wherever we go. Vanity will be the death of me.