I want a way to make the world my own
Not changing it, exactly, but ensuring
Whatever I do matters: seeds I've sown
Grow up, and what they grow becomes enduring;
Acts that I do are not sunk deep in time
Wasted away and turned to nothingness,
But, like bold Shakespeare's monumental rhyme,
Blaze onward in a visible success
That will not fade until the stars grow cold,
The air is fogged with chemicals and death,
And mankind knows that it has gotten hold
With mortal sickness tinging every breath.
I want to make the world my own and be
Remembered for some thing eternally.
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