i never asked to be immortal. 
i never asked to be a hero. 

all i wanted was to help someone
so that perhaps 
     for a moment
the ghosts in my mind 
could be quiet
                drowned out by the beat of my blood
                                        by the rush of my rage.

but you see
legends never die
and heroes never grow old.

but you see 
never dying 
           or growing old 
           or fading out like distant memories should
does not mean that you live forever.

but you see
they say heroes always do what’s right 
but they do not say that 
what is right by the world 
     is not always right by you 
                                  or by your heart
                                  or by your lover––

i wish i had known before 
i leapt up into the sky and became a star
but i suppose
                          that is why 
                                               they never say it