Letters For Someone, Someday

The Role, The Game

You don't need to play the role to play the game.
However, I think it all fits me rather well.
You know - the role, the game.

You gasp for air, only to find yourself crouching underwater again because you shouldn't breathe. 

Your body needs air, but it can die without you.

You'll die for a recurring dream.

Ah, grandiosity, and when myths and fairytales and sci-fi movies become reality.
What definition of success do you strive for, Grasshopper?
The action kind, or the sight you see when you think on a whim?

I'm going to leave you all behind someday, and you'll see.
I'll have nothing to lose; the only person I have to lose is me.
I already have everything I need. 

I know, I take things so seriously.
But we're all the same here; blame it on my immaturity.
Though, I like to think myself a 20.

I got it all wrong, don't I. 

I can still breathe, Grasshopper. Don't get ahead of yourself.