The Power Of Me Poem by northern wind

The power of me inside
and the power of outside
are the same or different?
are they connected with
each other or indestructible
by one another? how do
they want to kill with the
tomahawk missile? I never
bow though I may be killed,
I am a king of my own will,
I reign, subjects are my poetry
they just transform they never
die, come to my kingdom I shall
give you absolute freedom, enjoy
only joyance in the garden of dreams
with no burden of schemes and logic.