An old thought and a newfound worry
Have I done enough with my life
Have I've immortalized enough over time?
The physical scrapbook is scarce
I wonder if I have enough time
To leave something for my offspring
When they bring their date
Into our home virtually of course
And they go shifting through memory books
Saying how this could be our book one day
Scaring that potential mate away cause they move to fast like I did as a kid
Apart of me wants to take my best memories to the grave
Instead of placing them on a pedestal
Another half
Wants to scream from the roof
Gathering as many intrigued neighbors as I can
And share the prettiest to the grittiest back roads
And the third another part
Makes me feel like none of this matters
And that I'm just a narcissist
With a dream that weighs me down
But still
When I'm still laying in bed
That earworm plays the stupid record on repeat
What will my legacy be
Who will remember me
And will it bother me
When I'm eventually flammed into dust