Lost in the annals of time

Mediocracy scares me. I have illusions of grandeur and hope to be remembered.
My ego searches for fame, refuses to be tamed, but I strive to be centred.
What happens when the lights go out? Is it really all over?
The clock keeps ticking, what have I achieved? I’m losing my composure.
I’m still young they say but there are constant reminders no one is promised tomorrow.
Patience wearing thin. I’m searching for meaning but petrified my life will end hollow.
When will I die? How will my story end?
Will my funeral be a celebration of a life well lived? How many will attend?
I look up to others in awe and envy, but what will become of mine?
I fear it may be lost in the annals of time.

By Seb Siracusa