My young body, growing older and older, day by day.
My skin has stretched to a current limit, and my sight of this hennery for humans has grown stale and dull and has washed out of the stream and departed for the ocean. I no longer crave the title herder of man. I now long the title of free. Freedom to break limits and surpass Hercules himself.
My skin will soon crack, and so I repeat, the only pity that exists in this world is the pity of life being too short to experience everything.