If I Should Forget

If I should forget my purpose for living, of what makes me human, please remind me.

Remind me of azure skies, of the marshmallow clouds drifting by.

Remind me of wild meadows, vibrant with both color and life.

Remind me of pure waters, mirrors for those who have lost sight.

Remind me of a cicada’s call, its sonorous attempt to leave something behind.

Remind me of her beautiful smile, the proof of her passion, and how it lights up her eyes.

And remind me of Death, keeper of all that have lived, who shall one day claim me as her own.

Remind me so that I may remember, for to live without knowing why is to not live at all.

Thank you.

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