No Legacy

Following the conversation
On my way home for the night
My thoughts moving so fast,
effortlessly matching the speed
of the mechanized chariot carrying me
I pondered the inevitable
What legacy might I leave
Some repeated simple thoughts
rendered in a book as scribbles
or on an illuminated screen
No, I thought, not those
Perhaps, the thoughts themselves,
swirling in the cosmos
like some starry night
But in the end,
deprived of my senses,
time would speed up
too fast for thoughts
and no legacy would be left