I am myself
But I am not myself
I mean
I can see things
And they can see me
But the timing is distorted
The past, the present, and the future are all relative
So some parts I have yet to live and some parts I relive
My mind is active and reactive
The scenarios and the landscapes change with just a thought
Yet somehow I’m not lost
I am the constant in a sea of events overwhelming me
Steadily submerged but I do not drown
For it is I who wears the crown
Imperiously I peer into scrying glass
I see the cracks form
Deepen
Widen
Fragment
Into an abyss
The likes of which are of my own making
Invincibility now dissipates
Denial runs wild
I’ve grown accustomed to the throne I built for myself
I’ll do what it takes to ensure my seat
It comes with the territory
Pride once a scepter becomes a specter
Warning me of what’s to come
Together we almost had it all
But in the end
I alone must fall.