La Femme Chikara: This is my first poem on this site, and it took me about
forty seconds at the end of class to write. It's basically Mirai Trunk's
thoughts as he and the others were waiting for Goku to show up. AND NO, I
DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL Z!!!
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Wondering

As I sit I wonder:
Why did I come—why should I have come
Am I here to save the world...
Or just myself?

I look at my father:
He can't know who I am, who I will be,
What I really am.
I look at my mother:
She can't know what I'm feeling, thinking
Who I really am.

I left her behind
But she's standing in front of me.
He died long ago
But he's glaring right at me.
They have no idea...

I look at the others:
They have no idea, no clue
Of a possible tragedy
In ignorant bliss
They carry on peacefully
Should I just let them be happy?
Or live with the future's—my future's burden...?

I see Son Gohan:
He's younger than me now
He looks puzzled but friendly
But I still can see
In my minds eye
The sight of him when he died
Can I, will I—this—really save him...?

As I sit I wonder:
Why did I come, and why should I have come
Am I here to save the world?
Or just myself?
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Well, how was it? Please give me a shout, I really don't care if you hate
it—it was just an impulse sort of thing.