Purpose

Will I be transformed

A piece of granite

Made into art

People gawk and I remain beautiful

A historical masterpiece

Poised for humanity to admire

 

Will I be remembered?

A book written

That grows with the universe

And you flip through my pages

And find meaning in every letter

A story that can be recited to an audience

Waiting to be told what to think.

 

Will I be loved

Shrines dedicated to my honor

A religion that rises

Worships my steps

A journey copied by thousands

In hopes of being this close to me.

 

Will I be forgotten

This old man he

Faked his death

To bury his family with loneliness

As he watched for tears

Salted with pain and sorrow.

A terrible thing to digest.

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sulawrites

I am what I write. Right or wrong.

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