The Beast Unseen

Shadows

Some days shadows

don't show,

like I'm not real,

or don't belong.

Sometimes I feel,

that you don't need me,

and that I am distraction,

rather than a friend.

They say that,

we are all dust in the wind,

here one moment,

than gone the next.

No matter what you do,

how great or how much,

it is all just forgotten history.

Aren't we all historical figures?

In some way,

we are noble,

in some way,

we are brave.

what is it that defines a person?

how many risks they take,

how close they came to gone,

but are still here?

What makes a person great?

how many lives they saved?

Don't we all die,

in the end?

A man saves a child from a burning house,

and he gets recognized as a hero,

but a firefighter saves a dozen lives,

and you wont no his name tomorrow.

Is it fair?

Is it fair that only a few are remembered?

Only a few get there names

In history books.

Shouldn't we all be remembered?

No one can remember every human,

Who can?

But who's to say that,

I wasn't needed,

Or I was a nobody.

not everybody is royal status,

what makes anyone royal?

Who decides that they are better?

Is it there education,

Is it there facial details?

We were created equal,

Man and woman,

Humans and animals,

Blacks and whites,

Nobody's better or worse.

Somehow,

In this world,

There are standards you must meet,

Standards created,

Yes created,

By humans.

So in the end,

Not a picture or photo,

Not a glimpse,

Not even a memorial tomb

Will be left,

Only a shadow of a memory,

That someone will think of,

And they call us ancestors.