My six standard science teacher said,
don’t listen to philosophers, historians,
they are wrong, those losers, for
we may not matter, matter matters
and everything you create can never
be destroyed; forgotten maybe, it’s a
human limitation, but ether knows you
as you are, part of the cosmos –
and everything you do, everything
you say, your every word, your songs,
every second of your wondrous life
is stored in the vast hard disk of space.
It doesn’t matter if anyone else knows you,
the universe does and that’s enough.