Self

I will be the undisputed winner of the masses.

For waking the mob right the options I will hold.

When space allows it to god I will submit them.

Cut off and reluctantly in vain and consciously, their control will be lost.

Without my coordinated thinking!

How can I get lost in the centuries of exploration?

Without them, my existence is in vain.

And my reasoning as well.

With shouts and protests, my enemies oppose.

I have my ears well-closed, my whole conscience.

In the choir of many, I will not shake.

I will not attend the fanatics’ party.

To endure and undress me.