Power

Where do you go when you want to feel invincible?

I stand here on my two feet, looking at clouds passing by, knowing I need no weapons made of words or steel

I have power because I chose to wield it

You look lost without this sense of identity, you don’t understand

The self is without these symbols of comfort you wear

A title for every occasion you choose – what is it going to be tonight?

Who is it going to be tomorrow?

You the Almighty or You the Fearful

This is a garb of confidence, your flimsy sense of power

Throw it over your shoulders but not know to wear it

I need no other to feel all consuming

True power feeds on no one – It Is

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