These eyeballs they shine.
Glistening dew in a nighttime field,
but in this sparkled scenery
bulbs burst, and crack, and gleam.
Stars dying in a fit of capturing this moment.
This is what life is,
what my life has become.
Whatever road I left,
has drown in the landscape of time,
in the waters of desperate emotion to carry me high.
High into better fields so wide and promising.
I become overwhelmed, but thankful,
but arrogant, but humble,
and nothing I ever was before.
I am what they see,
what they need,
what they hate,
yet, really, nothing they need.
Becoming a mirror for what they see in themselves.
The masses cannot understand what I've become.
they only assume,
it's what I've been.
When the sensitivity of my relative nature
makes me become impressionable with points of view,
I am what they see.
So I am to be
God does not exist on this plane, but I do my best to create him (which is not much)
with the powers of influence over the people who see me as him.
I love being famous.
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