I have my phone pressed to my ear
I have my book at my nose

My agenda running through my mind
My suit pasting "professional" to my forehead
I barely hear the tapping of feet
The noise of angry taxi drivers is null
I can't even smell the thick polluted air
I have no time to notice these things
I'm to busy trying to make something of myself
I don't have time to notice the outstretched hands and empty cup
I can't even bother to look before stepping into the crosswalk
It's okay, I don't have to, I'm invincible
My name will not dissapear....
right?
My company will have it on file,
I was one of a thousand suit jackets on floor 44
My family will remember me too,
I spent at least an hour with them each week
God will remember me, i know that
I spent mornings in church, and gave a generous dollar
My name has been recorded in history, 
yeah, people will remember me
but before I step out, I have to stop and think,
Will they remember me for all my goodness,
Or will they remember me, as I am today?