I’ll be no memory

I’ll be just a wish from a whisper.
Nothing to be told, nothing to save.
I’ll be the picture in the forgotten box.
I’ll be free, don’t you know?
No boundaries anymore,
no heart to break every now and then.
Maybe I’ll be the song in someone’s lips, to be heard.
I’d love to be a story people would read,
but I certainly know I’ll be never known.
Is there someone to be known in the end?
I can write myself in endless words,
Who will save my memories,
my most precious hopes?
So, I’m being, this easy, I am.
If I could be a dream one day,
let me please be the muse
for someone to lead.