And what comes after? Not for me But the world?
What of the people I know?
How long will I be in the mind of those I leave behind?
How long will they dream of me?
And when those dreams fade into history
That is when I truly die.
To no longer be thought of
That is when I truly die.
If they go a day without me in their thoughts,
Will they feel guilty?
I don\'t want them to feel such guilt
But its comforting
To think
That they want to keep me
And years go by, once in a while I may appear
From the dusty regions of memory
Who will think the last thought of me?
Someone I love, I hope