Fickle desire to be better than me never leaves
A strong feeling that I could be better than me never fades
A longing for a dream unreachable
But I never stopped being someone's dream at least living it
Sometimes my own night mare of stagnation
Dressed for the play of success
Plain act of success
Yet far from it
I feel perfect in these costumes
I dont intend to get rid of them
The splendid illusory backdrop of grandeur
Hiding and covering the fear of being an imposter
Yeah
A lie
I will not get rid of this act
I want to ovhestrate an eulogy
A fiction of sorts
Maybe an allegory of my life
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