Elucidating Questions

I wonder who will remember me?

Am I going to disappear like all my ancestors?

Gone to time

And I suppose this will be my accomplishment

This… This

It’s not much

He said as much

Silence says a lot more than one would think

Rather poured it out

Than created with my own two hands

How many pages of erased text?

Will it persist?

Beyond me?

It’s not enough to make a living off of

Heh, I have in fact made nothing for any of my works

So there it goes I guess

There it goes

I wish I wasn’t nothing

Not wanting anything other than to be

Nothing more

The cool evening breeze is creeping in

As if me feeling it means I’m not nothing

Yet here I am

I’ve been waiting here for a while

And no one has noticed me