Who Am I, Really?
Smelling Death,
Covered in blood,
A few breaths left.
I look,
And add up
My life.
A large sum
Dying,
Stored in a vault.
Buried
Under a heap of compost
But the memories live on.
Covered in blood,
A few breaths left.
I look,
And add up
My life.
A large sum
Dying,
Stored in a vault.
Buried
Under a heap of compost
But the memories live on.
posted by Stewie at
2:55 PM
1 Comments:
By now you know the drill.............................
Smelling Death,
Covered in blood,
A few breaths left. (imagery, I'm dying)
I look,
And add up
My life.(remember the cliché "my life passed before my eyes")
A large sum (the material things I accomplished in my life.....money, houses,fodder for Mtv Cribs) etc.)
Dying,
Stored in a vault.
Buried (the material things buried)
Under a heap of compost (with me, my dead body is decaying organic material that has been returned to the earth. There is a lot more to this phrase, but it is not important to this collection of words so I will not discuss them here)
But the memories live on. (memories are stored in the collective thought of those around you. They live a lot longer than your bank account...houses....etc. I was trying to state that the memories of you live on beyond your death. The implication is that your legacy is based on the things that you do, not the material things you possess. A person(namely me) should be more concerned with the life life they lead and not the physical possessions acquired.)
This is a simple idea and I am a simple man.
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