Legacy

I never ever had to think of legacy
Maybe it’s because I always grew up climbing trees
Never thought that I would love the touch of money
As much as I loved the fields I played in at home

I always thought that the idea of legacy was extraordinarily strange
And never really a concrete fact
Because once they’ve passed 
You start to think of what they would have done
Which is just a nice excuse for what you wish had been
Just pretend

I never had to think of legacy
Always laughed at my friends who fretted over their successors’ dreams 
You see, I always thought that it was cut and dry
A 50/50 split of everything
Only to have to walk beside your kin
To find the answer to what’s next
After death has called at last
Its friend
To rest in peace unmasked

A legacy, a piece of everything
Or can we just lose the things and find peace
In letting it fade to black and disappear behind the curtain, cut the glass
A break from living legacy
I never really worried, see
I thought that madness predisposed us to silence our amenities
Desires for every part of me
Fight for what I want to see
In my very own legacy
I think it’s extraordinary 
That fate has brought my mind at peace
To losing everything
Because it was never really mine

So what could be a legacy
Respect for every part of me
A simple rhyme, a merry beat
A solace for the leaves on trees
To be the only green that sets me free
Or is that even the answer
Simplicity
I think that it’s not part of me
To sit outside with bumbling bee
Seagulls wait on silent sea
To find their peace 
What is their legacy?

They do not worry about anything
Not money or the leaves on trees
They eat and squander everything
Thinking of only now
And treasure still haunts me. Why?

Why does this mean legacy
When all my dreams are filled with peace
On every shore and side of me
I want to see my son set free
From worrying of legacy
As I was all those years ago
Before my father passed to me
The keys of pondering legacy
Instead of climbing trees