What better way to start the weekend than with an existential piece of poetry about mortality, legacy and the passing of the light down from generation to generation? Hahaha.
But in all seriousness, this piece is further proof (if proof were needed) that the STSC artists create what they feel they must rather than what has been calculated to bless some algorithm.
Enjoy.
How must I carry on with life When those that brought me in are out of sight I look outside and see life will bring strife How much more do I have to fight To leave one’s son alone to the world I know they meant this not However my heart is left whirled Into what is a knot Can I make it in this world alone With upmost confidence with myself, will I be alright As long as my heart choses not to be blown By the wind, I shall fight with my might Leaving my footsteps for generations to come Just like mother and father would have done
Before I Go
Thanks for sharing your most heartfelt words. 🙏