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Or who he’s said to be
He acts as though
He wants not the center
Of attention
That he so diligently seeks
Could it be the fond reminders
Of what life used to be?
That brings him back
To a place where ”he”
Is all they could ever see?
No!
No.... Not him,
He holds no claim to arrogance
Nor does he live in doubt
That everyone’s feigned attention
Is what he can live without
It does not matter
If it’s real
So long as he can be
The place where their devotion
Lies,
Pouring over in loving streams
To be the obstacle
Of his own delusions,
Not soon realizing
He doesn’t hold the axis
Of which their world does spin
Too busy looking inward
To be aware of the reality he’s standing in
All things great or small
Seem to point back to him
In his mind
What other way is there to be?
A golden obstacle
Has been his crown
Holding too tightly for release
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