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