life I hope I actually get it right before I go to my grave. late at night these thoughts enslave my brain. I don't crave attention or fame I just hope that someone remembers my name. Thinking these thoughts and it's driving me insane.

Will the good outweigh all of the bad. Memories can I make more happy then sad. Definitely grateful for what I have but I still think about what I had. On this journey I stepped on toes and burned bridges. So who am I to ask for forgiveness.

No legacies to leave. So why do I continue to breathe. Did I make anyone happy is what I want to know before they send what family is left my wreath. These are my thoughts and it's a constant torture as my years get shorter. But just maybe one day my priorities will be in order.
© M.Moss