I have so many questions

Who am I?
What is my purpose?
Where will I end up?
How will I die?
What will I do?
Who will I love?

Who will love me?

But more than anything
I wonder about you
And me
And where we'll be
In five years

Will we know each other?
Will we remember each other?
Will I have ever meant something to you?
What will we have come to be?

But I'm afraid of the answer
Because I'm terrified that you,
Just like everyone else,
Will forget me

*I don't want to be forgotten