Let me be your shelter

I will keep you safe

I will keep you great 

No one knows like me

I can do it all.

It comes from having everything all of the time.

The lie that my barriers can provide me wisdom.

For me, there is no reconciliation.

There is nothing you can say that will make me listen.

You made me this way in your hunger for glitter and artificial light.

You dragged me out into your public squares and asked me to dance.

You showered me with compliments and gifts to inflate my view of myself.

What could be my actual share of useful knowledge?

Could the delusion of greatness actually make me more wrong than everyone out here?

As I walk through the dust and corroded streets of the world we once lived in, I hear your chants and screams from the broken windows of the homes around me.

I have become haughty in your praise and have become a delusional nightmare.

It is the ultimate high, this game. 

In stupidity, I charge forward. They just say things that make them think they are selfless.

Let me be your shelter because I have no clue.

I know no better than those who wish my demise.

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It is important to all to know this ship is going down.

There is no saving it.

Where will they put their hope?

For me, the one who thinks I can save you, I do not see the path out of here, although I believe I do.

I fall, you fall, we all are going to fall, yet I am too blind to see, hear or know it.

Even Challenger looked promising for 73 seconds, then oblivion.

Let me be your shelter.

I will keep you running toward the cliffs, just like the rest have been doing all along.

The only difference is, I am going to do it while agitating others.

Either way, we are all clueless; you are on a one-way ride to nothing.

C.S. Lewis said, “When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.”

Is there really shame in being different?