Standing at the edge of the pond, water clear as glass.
From nowhere discernible, the pebble falls.
Ripples that change the face of reality.
Opportunities lost, destinies changed.
The dream that once was, is no longer.
Maybe I'm not really what I think I am.
My strength is epic, a facade at best.
The face I present, a mask for society.
I must bend, I can't break.
But what if I do.