"Ezri Dax" | ||||||||||
Here I am, so old yet so young With many memories of different hosts In the deepest of space On the space station Deep Space Nine. I'm s trill with great potential In a body of at least 300 years and many personalities. I replace a beloved person of the crew So very new at this I am. I worry about how to fit in and be accepted By everyone still mourning Jadzia. Could they ever like me? Would Worf ever get to know me? On this station I am a counsler. I'll try to make some friends. I hope to feel like I belong. Here I am. |
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