you know my name. now, you know my story

you know of me.
not me personally.
you speak my name.
though you don't know my game.
you know where I'm from,
but not what I've done.
you know the color of my eyes,
dark blue, like the midnight skies,
the skies that haunt my dreams,
and keep my thoughts against the mainstreams,
you know of my future,
but not of my past.
here is a voucher.
you know my story at last.