No no no
Nobody, except another cliché, am I.
Nothing, of my hopes and dreams, remains.
And no one will remember my name, in history.
There will be no redemption,
no last-minute salvation,
this is no one and nothing
to draw strength from anymore.
I am needed, but my needs aren’t met,
I am wanted, but am left wanting myself,
I must lead, yet I have no direction,
must support, when I can’t help myself.
There is still some time
to become more than my flawed genes endow,
but time does not mend all wounds
and some things are lost in the dark forever.
Let’s head into the dark woods
yet once again.