my words will be forgotten
paper becomes soaken
all that i write
will not effect what is wrong or right
poetry or plays
nothing left that stays

no life apart from my own
will grow out of any seeds ive sown
i may speak the truth devoid of lies
or write masterpieces that evoke a million cries
but in less than ten years
i will see what mortal man fears
i will not be remembered
my words will never be intellectually dismembered

i will be forgotten
so will my life, never to be respoken