The Remnant

The truth behind the thoughts I find

Lying around in my disarrayed mind,

Restless in the shackles that bind,

"What will I leave behind?"

Will it be the wealth I amass?

Or all the wrong I've done in the past?

A number in the books of history

Or a name shrouded in mystery?

A soul placed on this Earth to change it?

Or art so terrifying that no one can frame it?

As the weight of my musings crashes down on me,

I forget the feelings of being truly free.

The fabrics of my mind are torn asunder

And as I stare at the pieces in my wonder,

A lone wisp sprouts from the madness,

An enduring sign in all the sadness,

"You are truly more than what you see."

With great conviction, it speaks to me,

"In all your despair, dejection and desolation,

You cannot see your own projection.

Blinded by your quest to be inimitable

You hold yourself to be truly culpable.

But now I hope you truly see

That this isn't about you or me.

The souls with whom you've intertwined

Your words that resonate in their minds,

The emotions in them that they will find

That is what you will leave behind."