Should I check the crown? It weighs so much it drags my head on the ground. To face, to watch it displace, the waters of my cool reflecting pool. Pride. Did it not occur? There was this dream of dreaming reshaping the earth. Why did I feel it was real but misapplied? Got stuck inside. Pride.
Joy seems so fake. An absent mind rewinds and replays the mistakes - Oh no! a sliver of gold, and I see how I got it wrong - I want to hide.
If I forget these words, don't be upset don't cross me out. Show me the passage back, I will get past my pride.