Self AssociationThis was what I wanted
all along, you see:
Not to be crowned to some godly status,
upon a throne of dried tears and jealous glances.
Just to have a seat in the court,
was what I'd wished for.
To dip my toes into the icy depths;
enough to send chills up my skin,
yet not enough to freeze the soul.
A bitter cold.
But a short-lived chill, at that.
Sure, there are other martyrs
far beyond my mortal foothold.
But I will not stand by them
Perhaps more or less by reasoning of personal judgement;
but amusing is in that of a clear view
of their assumed and timely downfall.
Fads, one-hit wonders.
There's so many of you...
...and you're all ticking time-bombs.
Every passing second feeds you pleasure,
but in the end makes the fall hurt that much more.
I am no god.
I am not a hero or a leader-figure.
A neutral and modest pedestal is where I partake my refuge,
not in the realm of failure; not in the realm of success