Monument ( Archived) (5)

Copyright 2007

How do you want the people you love
To remember you when you're gone?
Our words and deeds build monuments
In the hearts of the people we touch.
A statue of what we are hides deep
In the hearts of those we love,
And its your choice, how you will be remembered
Is the image thus seen a wise man or a fool?

We are builders, whether we know it or not
We construct reputations, that emd up preceding us.
People we don't even know see something unreal.
Image is everything, when we're new to the game.
Striking a pose, we are thus frozen,
And if we try to change we are punished.
I don't live in a box, on display in a museum,
I don't conform to shallow perceptions.

I am much more than even I know,
Every day, watch this monument grow.
Take a quick look, but be very afraid,
Not even I know what is to be made.

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