Untitled – 04/12/2020

A little late night insomniac fueled #wordporn.

I grew up not knowing who I was,
I grew up not knowing who I wanted to be,
I grew up not knowing who I wanted to believe in.

Now I grow older every day, knowing who I am
Now I grow older every day, knowing who I want to be,
Now I grow older every day, knowing who I want to believe in.

When I die, I will know who I wasn’t, who I was, and who I am.
When I die, I will know who I wanted to be, who I wasn’t, and who I should have been, but never who I was.
When I die, I will know who I never believed in, who I did believe in and who I could believe in.

When I’m dead, I will know nothing.
When I’m dead, will I be remembered for the man I was?
When I’m dead, whom will I have left an impression on?

When I die, I will have known [nothing].

v1© Chris Brennan, 1/19/2014
v2© Chris Brennan, 4/12/2014
v2.1© Christopher Brennan, 4/12/20