“There, I just said it. I’m scared you’ll forget about me.” -John Mayer
..:
Will my books of poems just sit on the shelf?
(Will they) ever be read by anyone else?
In a world where everyone baits for clicks
There’s anxiety that my stuff just won’t stick.
…
Will the things that I create
Stand the test of time? (Is it)
Yet another case of
Out of sight, then out of mind?
…
New posts and opinions come out every day (why would)
Anyone care what I have to say?
We’re all searching for meaning, a sort of permanence
All while fighting to maintain relevance
…
Maybe my words won’t last
I’ll swallow that reality
But I’ll keep and collect them,
guard and protect them
Even if just for me
😀
“What bothers me most is being another unremembered casualty. We all want to be remembered.”
-The Fault In Our Stars