Originality what is thy face?
Hiding behind a mask, are you not but the same as all of us?
Striving in the play of life to be recognized and remembered
Putting on an act, to be something else
If too different, ridiculed and shunned
Too much the same, then ignored and forgotten
Ah, but this is a fine balancing act indeed
Let me take off the mask
Would I be accepted?
One could not look into the face of Medusa without turning to stone
Only by reflection can she be seen and defeated
Does man wish to become a god, but even then in human form?
Does not Odin himself go in disguise?
Is it our wish to become immortal?
To leave some part of us behind in the memories of time?
Are we not but passing sparks in Prometheus\' fire?
Some great act to perform to be remembered
Oh but who to please?
Should, like Paris the baser desires be chosen, to steal what is not our own?
In our immediate need to please, do we not provoke a war beyond our scope?
Should we use deciet like Odysseus to obtain vicory and acceptance?
Or tis more noble to be true and rejected, awaiting approval by history?
No, the secret lies in Odysseus name “the son of pain”
It is out of our misery, the pain of rejection, that we are remembered
To be hung on a tree and pierced by a spear like Christ or Odin
Remembered as not only the superman but every man
The sacrifice of the common man
Ah, but too big a risk, I shudder
Safer to play the part and then be forgotten