What happens to me once I'm gone
I will be but dust, an echo of what I
was yes i never think of my life of what
I was and what I have now become.

I always believed in what I saw, what
was explained through what was
mathematical and the complex
understanding of this marvolous universe.

I cant understand how words that are
but taken as all. Even if through nothing
is proven, people believe just words
rational thinking of contradictory thought.

Could others understand the the reason for
wanting to belive in something other than
self. Is it to put blame on something when
ourselves are to blame for right and wrong.

What happens to me once I'm gone
I will be but dust, ill not wish that
I had been some one else. Not blaming
or giving credit for something else.

*"Are actions are our own, we are responsible for
what we do as individuals and a society,