We collect words throughout our lives We share profound thoughts and insignificant snippets But will they know you when you die? Will your words still resonate? Will your thoughts dissolve into the wind? Or will you forever be interred on a wall, your script timeless in it's verse? Will they know you when you die?
thoughts like a train; faster, faster, faster despite the rain they never cease. each thought is a landslide to different ideas, imagination flourishing with vengeance and repeating, repeating over and over and over we run rampant along the tracks glistening goals just out of reach and the stars call out Run, because soon they will catch up to you and everything will fall apart.
They hope you do good, But not better than them. You have magical technique That causes them to be weak. You have what they want, Don't be too arrogant, but flaunt. It's not your situation So don't lose concentration Use them as a motivation.