Boundless

You look at a four leaf clover on your leg.
You stagger back as memories flood your head.
You remember the peer pressure you felt before you got a memento forever forged into your skin. You remember your boy, your son.
You remember everything.

"I am Ben Yates", you declare triumphantly.
A passerby walks past you and says, "who cares."

You frown at that.