I want to be remembered To not be an ember that has been smothered To never be Forgotten To live on even when my time is done How does one do that? How does one do that when everyone wants a piece of me? They all want me like I am some sort of a perfect Sweet treat . . . Like I am nothing else like that in there eyes ... I ask again: How does one live forever? We all know food doesn't last forever. . . . And I won't either . . . . . h e l p .... m e ...
