I often wonder about the future
About the path I've chosen to tread,
Whether reality will be formed
Out of the dreaks in my head.
Will I actually make an impression,
Make my words rebound like waves off a shore?
Will I actually cause enough ripples
To change the world as we knew it before?
Or am I just wasting my time
By penning these verses night and day?
Does anyone actually care enough
To hear what I have to say?
Will the things I stand for
Be remembered long after I have gone?
Will they just be cast aside
As utterings of a mind that's gone wrong?
Will all my hopes, my ambitions,
And all of my dreams come true ?
Will I manage to achieve
All that I have set out to do?
After all I'm only one person
Trying to be heard over a million more,
Shouting over so many voices
Until my throat is dry and sore.
What's saying I'll be heard?
Still I know I've got to keep trying
No matter what I'll fight on
Just to prevent humanity from dying.