"i imagine death so much it feels like a memory

is this where it gets me? on my feet, several feet ahead of me?

i see it coming, do i run, protect him, or let it be?

there's no beat
no melody...

was it my friend? my enemy?
their face was one i never got to see

if i throw away my shot, is this how they'll remember me?
what if this bullet ends my legacy?

legacy... what is a legacy?
it's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
i wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

new york, columbia university, you sent for me!
you let me try to make a difference
a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints
i'm running out of time, i'm running, and i think my time's up
rise up, rise up, rise up

and then i see him

my love, take your time
i'll see you on the other side
raise a glass to freedom...."

And then it was dark.
And it was warm.
And he felt that he was gone....

But was he?