Legacy is a funny thing,

Legacy is a funny thing.
Scale is funnier.
A local legend,
Told in mythologies.
Setting enormous stakes in sweet nothings.
When I am gone,
The whispers will remain.
Shrouded in mist,
Obscured by fog.
Bringing light to other lands.
They will speak of me in simple language.
I am anything but simple.
Mazes of the mind,
Mapped on chronologies of generations.
Longsight for millennia.
This is the ending of an era,
They just don’t know it yet.
Blink,
You’ll miss it.
I’ll be gone.
You’ll be left with echoes,
Memories.
I cannot protect you anymore.
The harsh world is coming.
Only my lessons,
Attempts at enlightenment,
Proverbs,
Will remain.
Silence.
Quiet.
Hush.
Mute.
Hope you were listening…
When I spoke.
Not often you have access,
To compendiums of all human knowledge –
Growing voraciously as possible.
So?
So.
Goodbye.