I’d like to leave some things behind

Some words and memories, smiles

At the thought of me, laughter

As a codicil. I’d like to leave

A mind map where my steps

Are traced:

A scythe-like hook

That's facing west

From which the handle goes down south,

Then there’s a space and then below,

A point. So this would be my legacy

At the snuffing of my spark:

A chart on which my footprints form

A perfect question mark.