Chosen.

I open my eyes to see a face,

Of a stranger from another place.

I awake to see a different world,

One which needs a saviour strong.

It keeps on happening,

Keeps on cycling…

I save them and help them out,

Before I’m knocked out.

I wake up to a new world again,

They need my help or all shall end.

It has happened again…

Why me? Why today?

Is this what I’ll do always?

Sometimes I wish I had never woken at all…

But, I’ll endure the pain and save them all.

Is it because I am the Chosen?

I don’t know, but I still, shout:

“I will help you out!”

This is my fate…