When I Finally Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes for the last time I want to have lived, really lived. I want to know I've tasted the smorgasbord of life. I want to have relished the good and spat the bad back out, knowing at least I tried it. When I'm done here, I don't want to wonder if someone caught the kiss I threw, I'll know. I don't want to leave with a heart as empty as my pockets. I want to know without a doubt I've left something of me behind, something that's good, not regret for never making a difference. When I close my eyes for the last time, I would like someone to remember ... I was here.