will you miss me when i’m gone?
when i look at life
with a wide angled lense
i can tell you honestly
that i won’t be here much longer
and as i look at this world i’ve made
all these possessions
the things that stay behind
i won’t miss them
and they won’t miss me
so what is there left
where have i touched this world
enough to leave a lasting mark
who will go to my funeral
and make eloquent speeches
extolling the virtues
of the person i never was
i don’t think i’ll care much at the time
probably couldn’t be bothered
to even go myself
if people weren’t always
dragging me places