What mark do we leave in this life?

What do we mean to someone else?

What memory will you think of when you think of me?

For me, I think of monkeys and frogs, for those are the joys of your childhood.

But what do you think of me? The struggle of a thought that ties us together.

Perhaps there is none. Just DNA. Just time spent passing through this moment.

Mere insignificance in history. Filler for the backdrop of a life lived.

I was glad you were someone good.

Someone who fights for what you believe.

I only wish that I was someone you would be proud of.

Someone who is…..