Crusade

Alarmed as you shook me awake from my silent reverie, I slowly grew conscious of my glass menagerie. Others were always on the outside staring in, amusedly wondering which of the sins I would engage in. My world was taken by storm as all my plans had gone awry. I had intended to make a ripple on the history of man; to invent something ingenuous was surely in my plan. Yet cruel fate had been victorious once again, as I let go of hoping as I watched life's hourglass devour all of its sand. I was born to be the greatest, to shine above all the rest; I was guaranteed eternal bliss but instead became depressed. Life's burdensome facades never failed to rain on my parade. In hysterics as I reproached God alone for my reclusive crusade. Barraged with bullets as I tried to make it to second base, trivialized by material things as I saw the ugliness you concealed behind your face. I am entering a new era, a chapter of my own as the world sits and silently waits for another king to be throned. The only celebrity I respect is my own, no need to sycophantically adore the unknown. My posture is perfect, photogenic and correct yet you still seem to suspect me as if I am guaranteed to infect. I am not the victim of another birth defect, you should know this by now as I am your favourite subject. You may superficially cling to mundane, insignificant things as I am worth my weight in spiritual diamonds, while you are merely attached to strings. Like a puppet you insipidly follow all the other sheep within your flock, you can race against the clock but time will never stop. Chasing the fountain of youth that you are sure will keep you young, but what good is eternity when life's song has already been sung? Take off your rose coloured glasses that make you see in abstract, subtract the negativity and your life will get back on track. Contrarily, I will continue to resume the role that I have singlehandedly assumed, as I have paid the price to gain entry into my own, personal paradise.