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
