Poetic rambling I guess

Writing for the world
Writing for my soul
Yet nothing comes
And my paper is placid
Waiting to be ignited...

... I write sometimes
For the people who
Will read it when I'm gone
And I won't be gone
Once I'm old and withered
No, I've believed it to be
Sooner than we'd think
And I would rather
Depart from this life
Before I grow too old
And merely survive
Without a goal in mind
But just to gradually fade
That's my nightmare
And I cannot stay that long
So I will live this out frivolously
And make my journey look to skies
So that I will embark
On a journey without rest
And though I might run to the grave
I won't do it in vain
I will make a legacy
Not a worldly one
But a heavenly one