In the mirror’s gaze, I find my throne,
Where echoes of desires softly moan.
The universe bends to my selfish plea,
A kingdom built on what I see.

The sun rises where I choose to stand,
All paths leading to my command.
In the garden of “I”, blooms flourish wide,
While others’ dreams are cast aside.

Whispers of others fade into the night,
For in my world, only I hold the light.
The stars align to my crafted schemes,
A tapestry woven from self-centered dreams.

Yet in this solitude, I feel the cost,
A lonely echo of what is lost.
For in my world of “me”, I stand alone,
Seeking warmth in hearts I’ve never known.