I’m attuned with my surroundings so much..

And sometimes I feel so hard…

I can’t but help to feel like a God…

I can’t help but to feel like I owe the world…

I can’t help to feel like all is indebted to me…

But perhaps she was right.. Perhaps I’m all confused… Perhaps that curse she put on my soul will come to fruition…

I’ve been cursed many a time… Yet never gave em much power… But to this disease I may give credence…

Pride cometh before the fall.. And I do feel so far high.. In Jupiter’s clouds…

Will her gravitational pull bring me back down among men… Her derision may cause a cataclysmic combustion … Like comets my aspirations crashing into her earth…

Celestial bodies save me…

Cosmic egg… A scrambled intentions..

 I need all the kings men to put this demoted god back together again…

Shell by shell… Rebuild me within this mode of existence… But allow one crack to remain.. So that I must always know that from which I came.. So that I can have an acute representation of the cosmos.. So that I may not be entrapped within the confinement of this physical reality..that if I may so choose.. I can peek out from the crack and transfigure my reality any way I see fit..

So that I can once again be in tuned with the energies that surround me…

And perhaps her curse was no curse after all… Just fates little way of keeping balance… 

Justice abandoned but balance intact…