I am me and me alone.  Nobody else can wear my bones.  Nobody else can pay my dues, for I am the only one who can fill my shoes.  No one else can see with my eyes, nobody else can live my lies.  I am here now, but one day will be gone.  I hope to leave my mark, before I carry on.  I must write, as others must breathe, in order to live until we leave.  This is how my story goes, how it all ends, nobody knows.  But this is how my story goes . . . .