Everything I Am

Let me tell you of a story, where the great are honoured and the sword reigns.

This is no past. No medieval interpretation. This is a place above planes.

This place is a secret little world where everyone is made of me.

In this place, the occupants are the imagination I set free.

Here, I can make anyone godlike. They all are under my imaginative control.

So let’s take this time to appear on one of their streets and take a stroll.

Look over to the left, you will see my conscience, just a flake of grass in this world.

Here, in this town square, you’ll see the man of my morals, raised as an Earl.

Here are my memories. Yes it’s a dark alleyway, but some still visit.

Here is my heart, as strange as it may be. A jewel, but who’s is it?

Ah, this is my subconscious. Trust me, you’ll never understand him.

And here’s my centre of control, reacting to my every whim.

The beautiful grass, green as it may be, is just a vision of beauty’s true side.

Ah, no. Not in there. There are some things that even I must hide.

Meet my temper. He is tall, but very gentle. Don’t be afraid, he probably won’t hurt you.

Now here’s a rarity, my love. Bright, shining, blinding but I’m never sure if it is true.

Watch out! That’s my cunning. He’ll have your wallet in a moment.

Stay away from that one. He’s dangerous. He’s my torment.

This particularly large fellow is my honour. He’s pretty much first in command.

See him with the frown? He’s nasty. My arrogance. A man frequently in demand.

Careful of this man’s weapon. He’s my trust. It’s a very guarded thing.

Ha. This is my wit. Original, I must say. His tongue has quite a nasty sting.

So now you’ve met most of me, but there is still one thing you have to see.

If you look over here, you will see my determination. Let me get the key.

Look through this door, into the bigger picture. Move away from the city’s sand.

If you zoom out far enough, you will see that the city is in determination’s hand.