I stand alone at the door
waiting anxiously for you
I hold on to a voice
Sounding in my head
One that urges me on
When no one else does.
The view that I watch changes
basing on my thoughts.
Bright and dull ones,
many a foe are perplexed.
But most of all I feel
That I can see the rebels
Before they cross my threshold
Those that wouldn't let me
Direct their waking moments
They undermine my orders
like a couple of pesky kids
So crush them I will.
With my every thought.