In this life, I'm leaving behind a legacy.
  
I'm not only leaving one behind, but I'm living it.
  
There is just one thing that I don't see.
  
I have been cursed with the gift of words, In silence.
  
My minds stimulated fiction and reality into violence.
  
What and why is to be remembered by me?
  
The simple complexities only matched by my creativity.
  
I feel like a set bomb, waiting to be let go.
  
I'm the worlds sonic boom, I'm the awakening.
  
Maybe all I need is my own awakening.
  
My legacy, full of thought and choices.
  
Never less the good or bad, they are my choices.
  
No one else to blame or give credit to, there's only me.
  
There's no hero to be the shadow below, I cast my own.
  
I live behind no one, and step above none.
  
I live as my own.
  
All to know, great or worst,
  
This is my Legacy