Julius Caesar was brought to his knees
I think when he died his spirit entered me
I slept alongside elephants and men
And written battle plans on the backs of my hands
I've had epiphanies that were more like demands
And made temples rise from clusters of sand
I'm a tempest in a monastery
A mute in a library
A villain temporarily confined to a bird sanctuary
Have I been impossible?
Have I caused too much trouble?
Have I let down all my friends?
I want to be understood
I want to be misunderstood