How often
do you look back?
Really reflect on what you’ve done?
The insignificance of it all;
pointless arguments
inside jokes
funny haircuts.
But do you ever wonder how you’ll be remembered?
Or if what you’ve done
and what you’re doing
means anything at all?
What will your songs sound like
when you’re dead and gone?
Will tears fall
when the last note is sung?
And how will your story be told?
Will your words leave a bitter taste in their mouths?
Or will they even remember you at all?

Compassion.
The concept is rather simple.
Most know what it means to be civil;
but there truly is a fine line between
sweet and sour.
Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up;
not enough, and no one will be around to share this with.