Escape

All I ever want is to leave
behind a mark, a sign
something that reminds
the world that I lived,
that I was here.

Isn’t that why
we do what we do?
So that when someone else
walks in our footsteps, 
they know where to go.
Or, if they’re searching
for something,
they can find it
without wasting
their life away needlessly.

I wonder how the world
would remember me.
Will I just be 
another speck
in an ocean
of billions, all
trying to reach
a meaningful end
to what might’ve been
an uneventful life?

I don’t intend
to drown that easily.
My voice is loud enough 
to reach the right person.
My words meant
only for their ears.
The stories I tell 
will live longer
than I do.

At least that’s
how I hope to
escape 
whatever it is
that isn’t me.