I have awoken from a dream
I was so loved so famed so adored Oh so serene
But a daydream is but a frail and shallow thing
Oh such a trifling fling
And now the moon sings its strained truthful ring

And I I will shift and squirm until I die
In a futile and frivolous plight to see morning light

These He's and Us' are untrue
These things we trust but they are just another ruse

These threads are so fine
Finite fragile lines are the escape ropes that we climb
Thin and slight
Akutagawa's myth might just be right
- Except there is no need to die
To join the demons and the deviants in the swirling pool of blood
I have grown vain anew
Thus salvation threw me under to the flood

And so I
I will change until the mirror lies
And as Narcissus forewent his desire
The truth will burn my eyes

These beams and trusses are unseen
This patchwork frame it hides a corpse of sutured seams
They puppeteer me

I prayed for glory
I made a story
I prayed for my own world
But as they saw me
The Gods that ignored me
They saw a childish churl

"I want an audience"
"I want to be seen"
- The monkey's finger curls
The bard's grown weary
But they cannot hear me
Over this dulcet swirl

But what's one more whirl?