Legacy

Time has had it's way with me
Empty journals on and of my vanity
Crimes of passion and pleas of insanity
Tempt me to beg for absolution of history
I don't fear mortality I'm just so steeped in my own sentimentality
Streaked brightly with foolish human fallacy
Have I already peaked?
Who am I presently?
Did I spend it wisely?
Who am I in memory?
And If I die today then what's my legacy?
What is legacy?
Sometimes I let those thoughts get the best of me,
adjusting how I see my pedigree
Will I be just another tombstone with a flower bouquet?
How many hours will I live past my last day?
When will I lose it all to decay?
Is that what awaits our breath refrain?
All because of the bloodline in our veins
Dolling up our brief earthbound remains
It's enough to drive any man insane
And it has
Consumed better men than me on this path
Much more than taking good with the bad
Not a simple lesson learned on demand
Our existence is a flash in the pan

Carve a path not treaded in face or spite of
Heir to the throne of what we thought life was
Past, present, future balancing on a tightrope
Brightest stars start to lose luster in the macro
Know-it-alls taste infinity then slack-jaw
Loudest voice pipes down to hear a pin drop
Boast fragility and devastate a glass jaw
Having deference to eternity is bar none
Win some, lose some
Sinnerman too numb
Ignorance plus a
Blind eye to the gruesome
Spectacle of fearsome acts avowed to never grasp you
As if your exodus meant the cosmos had to ask you,
I promise that the speed of life will zoom right past you
daft fool
gadzooks
sad truth
I'm you
That's huge
who knew?
Me too

So undeserving of every embrace
But that was your grace so I must be at peace While Baskerville beasts chomp the bit like a feast
How can I just breathe?
How could I be at ease?
Barely enough to share thoughts over beats
Let alone rarely speak wisdom or cease when not warranted
Running my mouth like I often did
Often tinged critically or just pejorative
Now is for
Learning to live with impermanence
Learning to live with far fewer regrets
Embrace the restorative clean up myself and my act after every mess because
Time is no friend of mine the only enemy who never ceases to miss
Self realization of such an occasion will lead to a perspective shift
You start to spend your days wiser when you realize all you spend is time
It's the contrast of ten minutes or a shiny brand new dime
I've been passed this torch
Was the policy scorched earth?
Or secure a little patch of dirt, furnish with some astroturf
I want my progeny to have a choice
Splendor or misery I will rejoice
Beyond my grave I will live through my voice
From pearly gates comes a heavenly noise
Steadily poised to stare down the void
Tactics employed include tilling the soil
Not willing to fold I'm absurdities foil
Adversity faced I no longer avoid

The present now fleeting
Tomorrow is bleeding
The past has been buried
The ground needs some treating
I'm treading through hollow ground dreading the trumpet sound
In need of foundations holding accountable
I'm at a loss when I should be counting blessings up
It's my own fault for skimming through the manual
Not every single pitfall is worth the aggro
Starve yourself of the hand that you want a bite of
Righteous anger doesn't make your canines rightful
Bloodlust and wanton rage will let slip your sight of these cycles residing inside us they sideline insightful disciples in favor of fight clubs recycling mantras of malice and rivals and near sighted spirals reprisal is vital for idols of idle hands
Why does it call for these trite suicidal plans let me do mine

I don't want to have to use a millimeter nine, But every day grows stranger,
Just take a look outside,
There may come a day where it's no longer yours to decide
Nothing's promised in this life, but the legacy you leave behind
I just want to give the best
I just want to get it right
Don't wanna be a victim of these cycles meant to spill my life
I want to be at peace with both the joy and the strife
Momento mori, guaranteed an ending to this story
Pain or glory paint a picture pen your story for the ears and eyes who carry forward
For the ears and eyes who carry forward

Maybe the hardest part of death is learning to let go
Maybe the hardest part of life is learning to let go
Maybe the hardest part of life is learing to do more
Maybe the hardest part of death is learning to pass on
So my words are what I choose to leave with you
So my words are what I choose to leave with you
So my words are what I choose to leave with you
So my words are what I choose to leave with you
When I leave this world behind
I'm leaving my words behind
When I leave this world behind
I'm leaving my words behind
It was never all there was
It was never all there was
I'm leaving my words behind
I'm leaving this world behind
I'm leaving my words behind
I'm leaving this world behind
I was never all there was
I was never all there was
You were never all there was
We were never all there was