Will you remember me?

I walked in the glory radiated from your claps.
My feet on carpets I'd never dreamt of, perhaps,
only in my wildest imaginations.
Fascinations of the human brain,
I am lost in its calculations
and my audience, seeks to keep listening,
to keep believing, to keep loving the life they be living.
So as to charity, my words I'll keep giving,
the pounds, I'll keep receiving,
these blows in the ring, for some reason, just keep me asking;
         will you remember me?
And the days in the shadows are no longer my testimony,
for I've seen the good life and tasted its money,
I've dined and wined in ridiculously high places,
seen and talked to ridiculously fine faces,
and I know it was just a period I was stuck in my defences,
sitting on the fences,
stuck between the right and the wrong
while I was right, all this time!
         will you remember me?
Shock on all these pretentious faces, for once gone, we're stuck in past tenses,
we lose our senses, and it makes sense because we choose
our own life sentence. Our life is drafted when we are born,
and we are the Chief editors. Each article goes through your hands
and you get to fine-tune it. You are your own creditor.
& inasmuch as nothing is promised, you are your own guarantor.
Lead public lives in the privacy of your insanity, and this., I call this: vanity.
          will you remember me?
So if I died today, would you remember a story I edited?
Will you receive the amount I credited you with,
the thoughts I provoked in your calculative minds,
the smiles I elicited from your manipulative souls?
And I cry not, not because tears fail me,
no, not because fear derails me,
but because we are servants of the now, and the now just passed.
           will you remember me?