When I am no longer here
One day I'll be gone leaving behind what I have been, what I have done I wonder... what the world will then think of me.. if they think of me at all... I wonder if they will look pass this body which sometimes would not leap to the challenges and obstacles its spirit placed before it, and if they will bother to search above this soul of mine which wanted so much to beyond the rainbows fly but stayed put so others could try. I wonder if anyone, after I am gone, will take the time to find the... Sign in to see full entry.