One of my biggest fears,
Is when I die
Will people shred tears?
Will people mourn over me and cry?
Have I done something good?
Have I earned some respect?
At least in my neighbourhood?
Will their memories have a place for me?
When I leave
Will there be any feelings of grief?
These are the questions I think of before I go to sleep…
But every morning is a new start to a new learning
Let some good thoughts be my earning.
Get along as the time flies,
And start dreaming with open eyes!
Grind to not be a regular guy
To mark my existence
When I’m gone, make people celebrate my life
Rather than being held in grievance.
I hope someday I’ll be someone who
People will look up to.