Reaching out for a little bit of permanence

Did Sherlock have OCD?

Was Shakespeare an eternal wheeze?

Was Agatha herself a mystery?

Would my writes ever become history

I reach out for permenance

The older that I get

I find it ephemeral

And it gets me upset

Will I fade from memory

Will any of you ever remember me

Will nothingness be welcome

Wherever will I go

Whatever will I become