The Fifth Ship of‎ Theseus Chonny Jash

I have awoken from a dream
I was so loved, so famed, so adored. Oh, so serene
But a daydream is but a frail and shallow thing
Oh, such a trifling fling
And now, the moon sings its strained, truthful ring

And I. I will shift and squirm until I die
In a futile and frivolous plight to see morning light

These He’s and Us’ are untrue
These things, we trust, but they are just another ruse

These threads are so fine
Finite, fragile lines are the escape ropes that we climb
Thin and slight
Akutagawa’s myth might just be right
- excеpt, there is no need to die
To join thе demons and the deviants in the swirling pool of blood
I have grown vain anew
Thus salvation threw me under to the flood

And so, I
I will change until the mirror lies
And, as Narcissus forewent his desire
The truth will burn my eyes