Call Me Super Self

I am in love with the idea of the ''super'' self;

the self that surpasses all expectations,

the self that crushes the mundane,

the self that overshadows mediocrity,

this mediocrity that assails everything

like some curse, the bare minimum of curses;

Ozymandias and all that.

Well, I proclaim; since all is dreams of dust and dust of dreams, let there be one that dares stand tall amidst the absurd wastes of it all;

MYSELF

the great, the grandiose, the bigger than nature, the inevitable self,

let me come, see and vanquish;

let me look at all, dead in the eyes, dead serious, death itself even!

Let me rise up, up, up toward the mighty free clouds, let me rise up, and transcend all this filth, to be reborn anew-

the same self, yes, but exalted