I am only human
Yet I would make myself a god
I once sought to drink deep of the fountain of immortality
I once sought to change the very nature of man
I once sought to struggle against my nature and self
I once sought freedom from the fetters that bind us to this realm Now I know better
I am as weak as any man
My will is not great
It breaks at the slightest disturbance
My wits are not great
They are only what any mortal could acquire in eighteen long years
My form is not great
It weighs me down with its corpulence
My senses are not great
They have decayed over my existence into almost nothing
My heart is not great
This is known to all that know me
I put on a strong face
But inside I am weak
I am just a man
And a weak one at that
No god am I
I am but Fate's pawn to use at it desires
My purpose in its game
I know not
Nor do I care
Anymore