All these papers flutter around me like a breeze kicked up while i'm outside
reading and i see my past slowly landing on the ground page by page until there
are no blank spots to be found

Soft white snow littering the grass with words i never meant to say but i still meant to think and thought at times when everything was crashing all around

My work my passion my only way to sort out all of the feelings i've felt like love and
doubt and the constant desire to better myself for the sake of others because that was the only reason that made it all count

I'll watch as each word plants a seed in these fertile minds spreads root and florishes like weeds made of rhymes and all the while it will prove to me that my life had some meaning though not in my short span of time

All the while i'll know it wasn't really me that made your hearts and minds race to take a chance to express all the hidden chests of gold only you know how to mold into words that will pass like a torch with a touch of kerosine

You'll form the lines and shape more minds bringing on generations to come when thoughts are not enough and the world has come undone around you and know as you do that

You were already as strong as you've become and you had that potential all along.