Our dreams our hopes our fears
Lost in the shadows of time
Look through the curtain, the glittering light
Will fade in far-morrow's view
The quiet people, the gears in machine
They shall meld into masses in darkness
And even the brightest spot in the night
Shall fade away in time--

But today, there is light, there is life

Written 1987. When I was 17, I became obsessed with the question of how we will be remembered when we are gone, and how one can achieve lasting fame. This is possibly the most positive take I had on the subject.