Here's something of lyrical integrity.
A little note marching towards eternity
While it may never truly reach those infinite shores,
The prose will move others to pen wonderous scores
As I lay on my back and watch this wonderous light
Cascading upon me, its rays of respite
I linger, think, and ultimately reflect
On the lives in the future I shall truly effect.
When I flip to the front and begin writing some more
I wonder what exactly tomorrow's tomorrow has in store
Will this verse from this page affect another's mind
And crash eternally upon the shores of time?
Or perhaps it's percentage is one zero of chance...
But I am eager and willing to compose, these poems..
Of Historic Insignificance.