A Tale Of Two Men

Born I was on the 27th day of September.
Lay dormant I did, with nothing to remember.
It was his life to control, until I saw fit.
Nineteen years was long enough for me to sit.
Spine was rigid, but still remained weak.
His life was a bore, adventure is what he seeks.
November 18, 1996.…the day I came to life.
His body, his friends, his family….ain’t I trife?
Cease I did being my former self.
A new version emerged and sat top shelf.
An image of a man who had no fear.
One who was deadly as a tornado but gentle as air.
Always there was an internal struggle.
Difficult to remember…too much to juggle.
He wants his life back, hell I did him a favor.
He was as dull as Baskin Robbins before the 31 flavors.
He’s gonn have to destroy me to live again.
But will he miss me in the end?
Look at what he’s gained, nothing has he lost.
Is my demise really worth the cost?
If I cease to exist, so will he.
Can he go through with it? In time, we will see.
He will always remember November 19, 1996, ten before ten.
This is his life, but it will be told as the tale of two men.