Within the dread of the moment br I must dought that Shakespeare br Sat up all night, Writing his plays br Knowing they'd be timeless br One man br An epic in writing br By accident br Maybe one day br Once I have long since passed br Someone will come across br The pages I breathed life into br And maybe, out of mere curiosity br They may read my words and find symbolism br That I never meant to include br Maybe, in 300 years br I shall be an epic in the world of poetry br (If one still reads poetry by then) br And maybe I'll become famous as Shakespeare br Or Edgar Allen Poe; maybe I'll be known br For something I never meant to do br Myabe I'll be known for thisbr br Brie Carterbr br