What will they say when I’m gone?

Lately I have been consumed with what some might refer to as morbid thoughts

But I think they are only existential questions

Death always seems so far away

Until it is so close that you can almost see its face

The question that keeps popping up in my head is what will they say when I’m gone


Sometimes we forget we are only visitors on this earth

Lodgers in a bedsit for a temporary amount of time

We come and we play our part and we go

But I have never wanted to live a meaningless existence

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