A body is nothing more then how you look,
a mind the way you think,
your heart, your soul, is who you are.
Your lineage is nothing but your blood,
life nothing more than what you do with it.
So what will you choose to do?
Just live to see what happens to others,
no life of your own?
What good then is your heart,
if you choose to be an empty shell.
Emotionless, timeless, friendless, solitude.
That is not life,
it is but a mere shadow that watches life pass by.
Drifting on the shifting winds, a smile that conceals all sadness.
Will anyone see through your mask of indifference?
Can you betray your heritage to see the light?
Can you be pulled from the dark abyss into which you have fallen?
Who is it that crawls on the ground, his wings torn and broken?
Will you give up your identity for history?
Who is it that crys your name, only to find you gone?
Is life but a game to which there is no second chance, or a reality that hurts so bad that you futily try to escape it.
There is no other route.
By all means heir, do not loose yourself in others' prophecies and expectations,
Choose your path and follow it as you will.
And when you are ready, it will end.