ponderings

without being tracked...i am
without being known...i am

only a chance to stumble
to tell what's within


no trace of what i left behind
except for the whisperings of you

no great legacy is mine to behold
except for the whisperings of you


i am not held among the greats
nor will i ever be

you are not mine to take
nor will you ever be



yet i frolic on in the name of life
still happy in the sense of the word


yet not complete