I am Leonidas.
I did something, here and there.
Maybe you know me, maybe not.
They were significant things.
But when I see my old masters,
I can't help but think--
Do they know me?
Do they remember me?
They greet me, but do they know who they're greeting?
I do not know.
Maybe it's just courtesy, as I accompany my friend.
Am I an imposter?
Although I am Leonidas,
I question if they still remember me.
I am Leonidas,
but do they remember my name?