Legacy

Walking through this crowd,

Full of inconsequential chatters,

And not discussing what matters;

Myself, by an aura of calm, I surround,

When noise and colours are all around.

For I am afraid of what is about to come,

As we have stopped caring for our legacy.

Knowledge is what made me,

And the legacy is the burden I bear,

Whenever, to freedom, I come near.

But it's a burden worth bearing,

The present is a moment, too small for caring.

It's past that we are leaving behind,

Adding our deeds to our legacy.

Time passes and everything ends,

We exist finitely, between an infinity,

A life, existing with death, in unity.

Chaos ensues, order fails,

Legacy's destruction,

ignorance hails.

A future built upon darkness is what awaits

When seeds of shadows are sown in our legacy.