Memories of Who You Are

I have these recurring dreams since I was young that I will die soon and I wonder who would care, who would be sad, when my time comes.
Will the wrongs done be more then the rights.
I can’t be the person so many people wanted me to be.
Will they remember the person I was or am?
I hope there will be memories people keep rather then quickly forget.
Separate what I’ve done to what I’ve lived for.
I’m not perfect but neither are you.
Until that dreams takes life, let the reality of today sink in.
Listen to each other before you’re left to regret what was last said or unsaid.
Live free in the present and let the past have no part of your future.