When we fade into the darkness, who remembers us? Are we nothing more than the dust we return to when our time is up? I remember when I was young, I dreamed about fame. I always wanted the whole world to know my name. Now, my dreams, my visions, my colors are tame. I think about a legacy, and these words come to mind:
"Legacy. What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see."If this is all I am, If I'm meant to be a lamb among wolves, then I shall turn these wolves into sheep.
This poem is inspired by Hamilton, specifically this quote.
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