Making My Mark

It seems as though it gave me a reason;
a purpose in all my life to embark;
so I set out to make success a season;
determined in life to make my mark.

I decided once and for all, let nothing impede;
absolutely nothing was to get in my way;
whatever I chose, I simply had to succeed;
so others would know I’d been here one day.

What difference does it ever make at all;
who will ever, for long, remember?
Whichever whats-his-name might recall;
once meeting me one day in December.

Who cares what all the people may say;
for someday they’ll all be gone too;
and when they all have passed away;
the mark I’d made would no longer do.

How will I ever face reality;
when he’s always wearing disguise?
Wanting to be what I never can be;
as reality makes its clever replies.

So many before me have left their mark;
and yet; they mean nothing to me;
like searching for daylight long after dark;
you will find that there’s nothing to see.

All that lasts, is the energy you imbue;
for deep feelings will bond you together;
long after you’re gone, it all will accrue;
and, you’ll be remembered forever.

Monty 1/6/21