My predecessors came along and departed.
And then they left you in their wake for others.
To seek new conquests.
To let others conquer.
I thought me special, benevolent, different than the rest.
I thought to be The One for you.
My wise reign would never end.
Did I not give you my word?
Yet you held your tongue.
But belated enlightenment yielded unsolicited meaning.
Without which I almost became very special indeed:
The One that didn't get away from you.
What made me think I would endure the test of time?
Why should I have broken tradition?
Who did I think I was?
Lest I mistake myself for the fool you take me for
for I go mad grappling with the distinction.
Answer me this only, just this one thing.