Laying under the starry skies
I often think of him
Neither do I know where he is?
Nor when he would be
He shall live in this world
Long after I leave it
But not entirely gone
It is in his hands now
He might be my savior
Or the one who kills me
He is the last living person
Who shall ever remember me
Before him is a choice
That which affects me, not him
To grant me my death
Or increase my immortality
Will he choose to keep me alive?
How can I be sure of it?
Or will he grant me my death?
How can I be sure of this?
I walked on the sands of time
Hoping to leave a trail
To guide the traveling, weary souls
Of those coming after I’m gone
How does a single footprint
stand against the tide of the ocean
How does a single memory
compare to the rush of memories
Each footprint of mine
As I walked on the sands of time
Started fading behind me
Erasing the trace of me forever
And there lie my footprints
Fading, in the sands of time
Like the trace of my existence
Fading away from the world I called HOME