Every mans dream,
is to leave something behind,
to leave a mark,
something to remember him by.
I’m not rich, nor poor,
a limited education I have,
but people will remember me,
because of what I’ve said.
What makes me so special,
that I still don’t know,
it seems people like to read about,
what goes on in my little world.
Small little pieces,
that will eventually make a whole,
then everyone will know me,
I will be completly exposed.
I will live on,
immortalised by my words,
my claim to fame will be,
my voice was finally heard.