Call Me To Myself Poem by Friday Dejavu

In my head I hear my voice
In my dreams I see myself,
In part I desire my taste
A pot of coal I get instead.

In fear I trade my thoughts
In my shadow I fear myself,
In vain I yearn for wealth
A pot of stones I get instead.

I am, because I am
Fools knows no fear.
There lies a genius
Fear enslave us all.

Today I scream aloud
Only my head hears the sound.
Call me to myself
Pride has brought us here.

The world belongs to nobody
Only fools can wear the crown
Tell the wise to see himself
There lies his greatest fear.