In Accordance

You put a little too much faith in your heart, and not enough time.

For as forever the stars decline,

We sing, “You shall be mine,”

Though the mind is not so evident

As humanity draws the line between real and divine:

What is and what we breathe;

What quite isn't and lacks the basic form.

A structure as simple as thoughtless

Numbered throughout the nights

Like falling from the sky

Or hearing children cry...

Re-evaluate your lives.

You are too dependent on your ability to mend.

The piercing words like arrows spread,

And with no backbone to lend

A simple tear becomes a nightly trend.

To bring solace and once again render the trail of blood you fend

From anyone who attempts to bring you change,

Or, in fact, a dose of reality.

You won’t ask, “What is real?”

A rather obstructive inquiry. You’d much prefer something more accommodating.

“What do you think is real?”

And I can never say, “This is the truth.”

To the denier of the world,

The one who refuses to heed word,

I cannot stress that this world is,

In essence,

A finite thing.

A time span not visible to the insignificant eye.

I cannot tell you the true meaning of the word

“Legacy.”

Because a legacy is not how people reflect upon the changes you made.

It is not a dream for harmony,

Nor a song of peace.

Your legacy is the life you led. And you are your life.

One spent thinking that your own could provide the change

Is a life remembered in vain.

Rather, it is the message told in an autobiography.

An inspiration to live not according to what you did and who you helped,

But by how.

Author's Note

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