What if I had bitten off
more than I could chew?
What if I was pushing for
something more than I could do?
What if all the hounds of fate
were set loose on my scent,
and all I meant to do was sent
to become mere memory?
What if this thing were like a toy
I must learn to put away,
hoping that I’ll make it back
to play again someday;
or like a car that’s served it’s life
and must now be crushed to death
so it won’t take up too much space
where it is laid to rest?
And so it goes, and so you know —
I don’t mean to fade away;
but what if I should disappear —
Would you remember me?