• I was born, with a name and place,
    lived with my title, with my same face.
    I woke with a dream, of being great,
    escaping from pain, and all hate.
    I feared death, with all it brought,
    of being forgotten, of losing thought.
    I wrote my life, created my world,
    became someone known, another story told.
    I loved all, great and dear,
    from greatest of friends, to family near.
    I grew tall, wise, and strong,
    learned many lessons, of right and wrong.
    I was so different, but also same,
    I died the like the rest, another forgotten name.