The inevitable unknown abyss,
Sparks the fear in one,
As one contemplate of the steps,
That leads to possible oblivion.

Fearing the thought of being forgotten,
Anxiously striving to create,
A legacy
A mark
Something.
In desperation of murdering this feeling,
Putting it away from us far,
The very idea of unimportance.

Every being,
In this vapor of time,
When faced with our setting sun,
Dream of all not being for naught,
Of our little contribution.
And we hope at the very least,
We are remembered,
By someone.