Wake

In wake of all that lives and breathes, I am
A simple bind of flesh and blood and bone
Another copy in the caravan
Redundancy of multitudes at home

Oh am I new? I dare say I am not
My mother's child, my father's spawn am I
There's been no new princes since Camelot
My heritage leaves me blank, uninspired

I run my hand over my dad's book case
I feel spine after spine, page after page
so much all said; what's left to fill my space?
What will I say when I'm alone on Stage?

To live up to their line now they are dust
The pressure ignites me til I combust