Body, Brain or Nothing

Were I to disappear tomorrow, what would be left?

Some baubles or trinkets.

Silly scribblings about a life incomplete.

Some lucky people's fond memories, or some unlucky ones with less.

Am I greater than the sum of my parts, or just one of many, that doesn't matter?

Cogito, Ergo sum or Vini Vidi Vici.

I'd love to say I am because I came, saw and conquered,

But I've done none of those.

Is my child my legacy?

Or my dreams unfulfilled?

Are the lives I've touched better because of me?

Have I touched many at all?

I ask myself these questions a lot.

The body is finite, as is the mind that inhabits it.

Does the spirit in the mind, the spark that is us, transcend to some other place?

It's a fine thought, or not. Heaven or hell not withstanding.

I believe the spirit is as finite as the body and mind.

All wink out of existence at the same time, when the last breath is drawn.

When the last thought is had.

So what is left?

What we've built? Or written? or Sung?

What if there are no statues in our honor when the body has long turned to dust?

I believe that in the end, we are the sum total of people's misconceptions of us.

And as those memories fade, have I made enough of an impression,

For anyone to remember me?