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will anyone notice
will anyone care
will anyone shed a tear
for a life that no longer is
for a life that never could
will anyone remember
when I am gone
will it be too late
will I have lingered
too many breaths
too much consumed

my tears don't come today
they are afraid
they would fall an eternity
they hide
they know
no one to notice
no one to care

my scars don’t show
but be sure they are there
they are frightened to appear
for if they do, they might unheal
under a veil of smiles
under a mask of laughter
they hide well
but if you listen closely
you will see what it all means

but you will not listen
you will not care

we all have a purpose
mine is to serve
to take the fall
to absorb it all
we all live for a dream
mine is to dream
dreams that will never be
dreams that will disappear
forgotten
along with me

no one will ever notice
no one will ever care

“good riddance”
they will say
“more room for me”
they will say
“more dreams for the rest”
they will know
few will notice
none will care

but I must dream
my dreams can live
in my soul they flourish
my purpose is to dream
maybe someday
my dreams will be borrowed
and then someone will care

my dreams are memories
my memories are dreams
what is the difference
except time
and what is time
time turns our dreams to memories
memories that have
memories that never will
they are all memories
some we forget
many we don’t notice
in the end, none of us will care