Legacy
What will my legacy be?
What do I have to see in the mirror to obtain it?
I am looking in the mirror and I can't see it.
Things are not getting clearer and clearer with each step I take.
Maybe is it because I am looking in the mirror alone?
Days go by, months and eventually years are gone as well.
For some reason, I am always having my head down wherever I walk too.
"Hey! HEY!" a women shouting at me and I hear children laughing.
Who could that be? What does she want? Why are they approaching me?
For the first time, my head was lifted up as she gazed me.
I gasp for air and she helped me remember who I want to be remembered and become.
A man who wants to be surrounded by the people I love.
And look in the mirror and be happy with those around me.
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