Do I want to leave a mark?
I honestly never thought about the world after I died
Nor a grand cause to live for
How can I live a life so uninspired?
There isn’t so much fulfillment I crave
But even the simplicity is elusive
A grand lens for my camera
Maybe not so simple
To see all the quiet places
Only I wish I could get to them without the bustle
Stone everywhere
Houses made of stone
Narrow streets paved with stone
Streets that collect small puddles of water after rain
Small puddles where little kids like to dip their toes
I want to see it all through my lens
But what about all the suffering people?
I don’t pay for much in this fantasy
I wear shirts with lots of busy patterns
My jeans and sneakers are not designer
My occasional open shoes don’t cost much
I don’t think I have lots of money
But maybe there’s coins in my jeans
To buy fruit along the street
I will sit and eat with the waif at the corner
And maybe have thoughts about how unfair it all is
Think of what his life would be like if he lived in one of the bigger houses
What clothes he would wear
Maybe I will find some forgotten candy in my bag
Give his little friends that joined us
And I don’t know how life will go after that
I will not think about it
I wonder how long the pictures will remain
Pictures of their innocent smiles
How long will they remain after I’m gone
