We are made up of molecules,

left over dust from the explosions of dying stars.

We are the descendants of the first man, 

every one of us.

The blood of kings and queens,

conquerors, scholars,

thieves, and murdurers 

runs through our veins.

We carry the legacy of those before us

on our shoulders.

Against all the odds, 

We are meant to prevail,

even if those before us failed.

And I sit here,

next to the leaders and inventors

that will lead my generation,

and I can't help but wonder,

Why am I here...

It's a very good question,

I just don't have the answer to it.