You're amazed at the whole, and you wish yourself into its soul. Let your fire pervade your thought; let fly your individuality; embrace your surreality. Struggle to become what you are not, what you can never be, what you never will be. Struggle not to see. Cry your wanton tears in humble fear, hot and vibrant across disowning cheeks. Rewind and idolize, a foolish renter, sorrowful and meek. Dress your identity in a desperate skin and walk as though you were in. Take my pity home to befriend it when you are alone, tossed off of your phantom throne.