Identity

What am I? Just another pound of flesh? or a benign spirit, entangled in an emotional mesh? Am I a barcode, or just a number? Still not awakened from his slumber. I may be the mortal incarnation, of a humble soul in any far off nation. I may be fair, black or brown. A less fortunate have-not or the one adorning the crown. Am I the chosen one? Blessed or cursed? Gifted with abilities? Or inept and worst? Whoever am I I am born to die. To return to the elements when I'll bid goodbye. Ashes to ashes, bones to bones. Be it in the graves or in the fire that shone.