A Fool for Thought

 Am I a fool for thinking
That I can chance the world?
Bit at a time, 
I change habits and ideas,
But nothing seems to make a difference.

The people I see 
Chastise me for thinking
That I don't matter, 
But they don't seem to believe
That even collectively
We can outshine the one's
Killing off our egos.

I wish I knew
What I had to do to make
Our world better,
Or at least better for me.
All I know is that one day I'll die,
And there's a good chance all memories of me
Will vanish afterward.

Still, I'm grateful to be alive
For a few moments at least. 
Even if I'm not remembered,
I left an impact on the world.
I just need to look harder 
To see it.