One day I’ll be a name,
A scribble of a signature,
An old black and white picture,
You’ll remember me, faintly.
It’s strange how a person can become nothing.
Their finger prints fade and they no longer linger.
Into the unknown they go,
But I do not fear the unknown. Like the ones who have went before me, I will become it.
I welcome what comes next.
Watch as I become oblivion.