An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Lifted in Consensus, claiming the throne of Power, In a victor’s skin, yet feeling like a frail flower.
Embracing the Process, my identity lost. Questioning all it cost.
At life's peak, a world so small, Fears linger, a tormenting call.
In completion with ennui’s shade, Did I rush, life's colours fade? Dependence weaves its silent plea, Chosen by fate, responsibility found me.
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