What everyone wants, above all else,
Is to be remembered and revered,
When their bones have to turned to dust.
Why was it worth all that we did?
Only to die and never have existed.
It renders us ineffective,
Pointless carriers of observation,
If no footprint is left.

If no-one talks of us,
Remembers us.
Then we were never born.
Never loved nor cried.
We never lived.
Never tried.

All that graft,
That guile.
Difficult choices and saving for tomorrow
Did it really get us anywhere?

The question you must pose is this:
If you died tomorrow, who would notice?
Whose world would stop? Who would cry out for more?

Life, your life, is now.

If you’re not careful,

You’ll simply be replaced.