Hot and cold
Light and dark
Good and bad
Violent and peaceful
Strong and weak
Push and pull
Many walk among you
Many lay deceased
Each and every different from another
All under you, my mother
With the complications of you
Where do I stand?
If I were to give you my body
But send my soul away
Would I be forgotten
Or would I be remembered?
Is my mark which stains your soil
Worth merely the memory of friends and family
Or worth the eyes and ears of hundreds
Is my mark to be mortally bound to your beings
Or will it stand immortal among the minds of us all
Will I achieve mere forgotteness over time?
Or will my mark achieve immortality?