Conceit

I am the one, all important for sure,
The one for which the sun shines,
And the moon sifts through the night sky
I am the motivation, the person who makes it all work,
Noone else matters, and for them I don't care...
Everything, the only thing that matters, is me

You saw that game here?, they played it for me,
They played it so that I, with my own two eyes could see,
They must've known that I wanted them to play,
Oh well, once they found out, they just had to, didn't they?

The people round me, 'course they knew who I was,
Of my greatness, my power; as I bossed them around,
Barked out my orders, in a cacophony of sound...
A few days this worked, I was happy
Then the all powerful me, I got a teensy bit snappy,
Then it came, the blow, on my head; Wham!

My conscience, my great mind, it swam,
In that blissful dreamland, where I was the only one,
The most important, the keystone; this deciding role was fun...
But alas!, I was dragged out of my deja vu,
Only to awaken in a sponge padded cube...

Ah, my hands were bound, in a straightjacket thing...
I read about them once, before my craze,
To be the one, the reason for all, overcame me,
Then it struck me, a moment, I knew where I was...
And then I took a quick look around,
I was alone, no other person, was this paradise I'd found?

I was the master here, only me,
I made no attempt to struggle or go free,
I knew this was what I wanted the most,
After I was done here, of this kingdom of mine I would boast...