I will die
And my ashes will fly
over the earth
under an obscure sky.
I will be just another grain of sand,
Unnoticed, surrounded by millions
Lying buried, lying obscure.
Until someday arrives,
I will run, I will fly,
I will stand on the shoulders of the wind,
And leave notes about my tryst
In the crevices of barren mountains,
In the pastures on the plateaus,
In the lap of the oceans,
And in these words in the infinities of cyberspace.
Yet after someday arrives,
I will just be a speck in the universe,
The marks left behind will all fade away,
And another maverick will occupy that space,
For now though, I’ll enjoy my fleeting glory,
Before evanescence wraps me in its shroud.