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.