|Death Without a Name
||[Dec. 5th, 2013|09:48 pm]
I lived a life, it stretched on and on for years.|
Slowly but surely everyone went away.
Leaving in someway or another.
Someway down the road, I lost my name.
I never got it back.
It did not matter.
I worked and worked, and in one bad rub, I was forced to the streets.
Homeless, I walked the world without a name, or a place.
The world should know before it's too late, everything matters.
It may be hard to manage or see or understand but it all matters.
We are living in systems of systems, and me falling away and drifting matters.
Losing my name mattered.
Everyone going away mattered.
Or will it not matter, and you like me will be without a name, without a home.
My name was earth, but no one is left to remember.
If only it mattered.