Jagged edges distort my view,
so I polish the roughness with repetition.
The more I shine, the more light beams through.
I see my source, the designer within —
a creator playing amongst pieces of myself.
Power surges from frequent realization.
What a marvelous world I’ve made,
a playground given to me by me.
Nothing is, but what I willed it to be.
Self-imposed fog keeps me blinded,
my roots tucked below a superficial surface.
While performing in character, I readily forget.
Upon stilling my mind, I remember —
I am no mere pawn to be played, but the programmer.
I only realize when I pause to perceive.
There is no frailty ‘cept that which I playfully portray.
I am the definer of strength — both author and audience.
Swimming amidst shallows, I need only stand.