I trace back myself to the bygone days
to friends, foes, strangers.
Walking back, i try to remember
whether it was worth it or not,
whether my stories would turn out
different than the others.
I was a king, god, fallen one, mortal
I now realize, I'm only human.
To remember is easy, to commemorate
is easier - to live with absence is herculean.
To have faith still or to be done with?
Were it was supposed to end like this
or with a different outcome,
that remains the question.
If not this, then what? Then how?
Why?
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