Relics

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I have a question:
How is it for you?
Did you do everything
You ever wanted to?
Did you come up
With a way to make it count?
Is there anything at all
You've gone without?

Have you thought at all
About the relics you'll leave behind
For the searchers and surveyors
Of the future to find
And remark, with a grin,
"Oh, this is our kind of man
The kind who marches through life
With a clear-cut plan
The kind of man who knows
Exactly what it means to live on Earth
Who knew his way around
Who knew well enough to give and earn"

I haven't pondered much just what
I'll be leaving behind
When I ruminate upon it
I come up with a waste of time
Just wish I could be something
And no I'm not saying you are
I'm only wondering if those around me
Think their imprints will go far

I've been pinned with my nose
In my head for a matter of years
It's like there's a book I cannot see
But it holds recipes to remedy my fears
Been in an endless curlicue
Round and round I go
But after all of that, where are my answers?
I surely don't know
If my voice becomes as big
As it is in my head
Maybe I'll be more than just dead
When I'm dead

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from Fear of Life, released June 23, 2017

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