Forgotten

Immortality is a funny word
It is the desire to be seen, and often heard
To be quoted, praised in song and verse
Long after the world bids farewell to your funeral hearse

Is it death that we fear so
Or a life unsung, never to be remembered
What good is such a glorious afterlife
If the present one is best forgotten

We live in a world of the future, not the present
Of things to be done, and goals conquered
Of battles to be waged, and wars to be won
So that our deeds will be sung, by generations to come

But what good is this remembrance, this celebration
This promise of sunshine, at the end of a stormy night
If the gold that we seek, at the end of a rainbow
Is the child of tears, of many a sorrow

As I look at the life, that I built for myself
The mistakes made, the sins committed
I find that my life, despite the joy
Is tainted by choices, and blackened by regrets

Choices I made and my life as a result
Have killed who I was, and made who I am
Hardened my heart, led to my decay
Leaving my conscience, nothing left to say

But there is a choice, its, to be forgotten
Than be remembered, in a light darkened
To be who I was, and not who I am
Rather die unsung, than live unforgiven

The time has come for me to choose
To save myself, fight my inner demon
Or continue on the path of self destruction
The choice is clear, the fog clears
Die forgiven, die forgotten