Who will tell your story?
Is it you?
Is it the friends around you?
Will it be your children?
Will be your enemies?
Or your acquaintances?
Will it be some bytes caught in the net,
Trawling the bottom of the mind?
Will it be through word?
Paint?
Notes?
Will it be a taste,
that crosses your tongue?
Will it be a tree you plant,
that grows to become a forest,
through roots and fungus?
Will it be some news anchor doing a minute remark?
Will it a slab of marble with your name etched in?
Will it be your bones,
dug up thousands of years later?
Will it matter?
How will I tell my story?
Smyon-Pa 