We try to be remembered.
We carve our names and our purpose
onto every surface, we can touch
and onto every heart, we can reach.
Trying to ensure that good or bad
a part of us still lives on,
engraved in someone else.
We are wrong for this
for the topic of existence
was never supposed to be us.
The story was never ours,
but the Writer's,
we are but tools surrendering ourselves to Him,
carving His name instead.
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