The Memoirs of Fitzgerald T Grant III
Power
Power is a tricky thing
Men struggle for superiority and dominance
Constantly seeking to control another
All the while solidifying their own existence
Ensuring that their footprint in time cannot be erased
That their legacy will endure despite death
Bending men to your will
Manipulating thoughts and actions
Like miniature pieces on a chess board
Allowing for the continued existence of some
While demanding the destruction of others
-The Most Powerful Man On Earth-
And yet, with all its seductions
Power creates madness in the minds of men
A mental prison of loneliness and isolation
Thoughts of self-judgment and increasing doubt
Plaguing the psyche like vengeful demons
Devouring all chances of contentment and happiness
For this I have been born
This destiny has been fated for me
And I will be the self-fulfilling prophecy
I will lay my happiness at the altar for sacrifice
Betray my heart for the opportunity of greatness
Break down my spirit; obliterate my desires
Suppress what She has awakened in me
Forfeiting my God-given right to seek love
Detach my soul from emotions commonly possessed
Acceptance of the responsibility determined for me
I will cease coveting the privilege of normality
Surrendering for the exclusive chance at immortality
Some men aren't meant to happy
They are meant to be great
