The time traveled spectrum of a spent life runs ragged and true
The end is where memories are left for those who remain
If they wish to remember...the remainders
What remains will you leave behind?
Colors of a distinct life which can be scratched and sniffed and peeled away to get to the flavor...
or white washed walls all bland and tasteless
Maybe you wish to remain anonymous to sink to the bottom of the sea of a life well lived
An ocean of happiness
All that remains are thoughts of the heart and never your name
An immortal existence within the spirit of the living, all cozy and nameless
Yes!...That is how I wish to be forgotten
I'll leave my name and body for someone else to use and my soul will be mine
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