if i let loose, would i rise above? would i touch the sun?
could i be more than the shell of a man, could i give what i take?
or would i eventually break?
would i stumble, and crumble, and blow with the dust?
would they laugh, would they point, would they spit in their hate?
do i earn respect? or conquer by fear?
would they despise, with cold eyes?
what is it you want of me?
what is it i want of myself?
do i seek to fly on broken wings?
sometimes the shadows hide me from myself

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chronos, in the year 419 AF.