When I look back on my life thus far
I do not dwell on what could’ve been,
rather I anticipate all that is upon a lone shooting star,
never letting the limitations of my dreams run thin.

Worries of the unknown come and go,
with it runs our time here,
but until then I’ll never know.
And so, with this poem, I will share all my fears.

If my soul fails to seep on to the page,
then let my mark be imprinted in another path.
My hope for when I rest in my tranquil grave,
be that in the shadows wander the ghost of a fighter, that is all I ask.

Of this frail world I hope to mend,
so these scripts I take with me until my days do end.