I have an impractical list of life that I need to experience
when I have trouble getting up in the morning
Life will jump and jut
memories will continue to fade
and each day you’ll ask if it’s worth it
The memories that build up fill of regret and mistakes
You remember others more than yourself
and hope to God that you’ve made enough of an impact
that others remember you
What matters is when you’re gone
how long will you still be here?
In writing, in memory,
physically or mentally
Why are you here?