I Can't Sleep

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I'm above it all,
Transcending into a different atmosphere.
I can't say I loathe the drastic momentum,
but the Renaissance man is pleased.
The Renaissance man being me.
At least a version of me.
One built to esteem the fallen graces.
Lively humor with a dash of contemporary muscle.
I wish I could have been born a believer.
A true master of a craft.
A blended artifact, reborn to teach my past ways.

I'm below it all,
A character playing in sheep's clothing.
A pupil blinded by the circumfernace of fate.
I tallied my winnings along with the spoils of an amputated pain.
I lost.
I was numb to this freedom of self reliance.
A lie.
A childish lie, fooled by a victor and not a man.
I once ruled my destiny
While the world fell into a peril of damnation.