I don't want a legacy
I'm scared of how people will remember me
Should I pass from Earth infinity
What of me is left for people to see?

I don't want my books to be passed with care
As if my face was once imaged there
Dusty shelves, 100 books at least
That is all of me, when I'm deceased

Every journal, every word
Say there was a fire, everything would burn
Along with myself
My insides churn
With the very idea

I don't want a legacy
How can people expect to remember me
When they didn't even know me?

When I didn't show my true self
As if my life is stuck on a shelf
As if all I am are scraps of material
You can't just pour me out, store me in a cardboard box like cereal

If I die tonight
Remember every smile, laugh, conversation
But know my soul has black spaces between the stars, darkness in the constellation

I don't live my life so I'll be known by my accomplishments
If that's how you know me, you can demolish it

My only last hope would be that I
helped people
Showed them the God who loves
Even away from the steeple

Right now I'm living
But what if?

I don't want a legacy
Because there is so much more to me
And I have wings that are already flying
I don't want a legacy because honestly
I'm scared of dying