The character is a mirror. He resembles me,
But in a whole different time, setting, and situation.
An alternate reality, where only our sense of being remains.
There. They dress me in colours that I never claimed to appreciate.
Then they associate me with those colours,
And I eventually get used to it.
But since that piece of cake will never be mine, well who cares.
Oh you and the turmoil you brought with you,
I am a quiet monk, an ascetic in comparison.
Oh, your daily routine. No. I want none of that.
I am not going to share my reality.
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