We build and build and plan and spend
to leave a legacy,
when the corroding debris that we leave behind will be
and more albatross,
and more burden
to be dispensed with, garage-saled, or junked by those left behind holding our barnacled bits.
And the memories and warm fuzzies of accumulation will dissolve in obligation for others,
I never thought it would be so.
I never wanted it to be so.
Let my legacy be souls.