I’m a projection of my Master Self,
Given my own free will.
I yearn to find my “probable selves”
So I can observe their skills.
Do they walk the Path
As I so diligently try?
Or are they content to have “fun” and “die”?
I, myself, am creator of my world.
“Myself” takes the credit as the story’s unfurled.
With just my mind, I plan and I build.
As architect of my world,
I’m remarkably skilled.
Tho’ I blame others for my own mistakes,
My Oversoul records all the blunders “me” makes.