I could convince Hades to release all the souls
scarred and painted by their swan song
from the depths of the burning hell hole
I could persuade the Fates
to unravel the threads of destiny with my debate
so with the story of creation, I would recreate
I could Solve the riddles of the Sphinx without faltering,
unlocking the secrets to transcendence
beyond mortal understanding.
I could ascend Mount Olympus
and claim a seat among the gods,
wielding authority over the affairs of mortals and immortals without a fuss.
I could convince the moon to dance across the sky
in a waltz with the sun,
painting the heavens with hues of twilight where doves fly.
I could gather the tears of the weeping willow
turn them into a potion that grants
solace to the broken-hearts below
I could charm the serpents of Medusa's gaze into slumber,
freeing those turned to stone
by her cursed eyes, so somber
But when I'll ask
"Who do you end up with"
It still wont be me.
Because you don't want it to be.
// f.k. [20:03]