What happens to me once I'm gone I will be but dust, an echo of what I was yes i never think of my life of what I was and what I have now become.
I always believed in what I saw, what was explained through what was mathematical and the complex understanding of this marvolous universe.
I cant understand how words that are but taken as all. Even if through nothing is proven, people believe just words rational thinking of contradictory thought.
Could others understand the the reason for wanting to belive in something other than self. Is it to put blame on something when ourselves are to blame for right and wrong.
What happens to me once I'm gone I will be but dust, ill not wish that I had been some one else. Not blaming or giving credit for something else.
*"Are actions are our own, we are responsible for what we do as individuals and a society,