So… on the concept of power.

I don’t get it.

I’ve never wanted it. I never knew it’s pull. I never could side with the villains because I didn’t understand them.

They wanted to rule with an iron fist? Why?

And pride.

I may not fully know what it is.

Plenty of people have told me I have it, but I don’t know what it feels like to have it.

I’m proud of things. My children. My “creations.”

Does that make me proud in the same sense?

I don’t know.

I don’t get the poem either, by the way.