A Quiet Meadow Poem by Westley Douglas

Westley, does the name fit me, or do I fit it? Am I sopposed to live up to it, or should I make it, is it possible for me to redifine the meaning, translate into a heroic name, make the name live on forever, make it a god? I believe a name does not bound you to its chains, but that you carry it as your burden, you either deal with it or subcum to it. Take control, take the difficult road and overcome your burden, choose who you are. My name is Westley, I am not bound, a legend I could become, a king, a god. I do not want that though, my name is a rare one, if you hear it you will remember it, mabey not because of me, but because of its complexity, of its power, of our power.