Am I?

Am I?
A traveller?
No I'm not.
Yes, I do travel in my dreams, to the unknown.
And the harsh realities I mourn.

A scientist?
No I'm not.
Yes, I do experiment with emotion.
And have experienced retaliation in its brutal form for my notion.

A wanderer?
Yes I am.
I stare; I gaze at the blue skies, the green life.
I fly like the abandoned kite.
Making way, flying strong against the raging wind,
The violent breeze conspires to tear me apart,
For I have sinned.

I rule my world,
I ask myself, am I an obsessive and possessive ruler?
The magic of life and its beauty I have rediscovered.
I want it all for me.
I'm the tallest and strongest between the devil and the deep blue sea.
I'd nail all who would try to snatch this away from me.

I soar up high to the light and claim my kingdom.
Unaware this flight would deceive me.
I fall and I’m disfigured completely.
Tangled I lay upon the branch of a tree
Now that I lay low and feel weak
I ponder on all my deeds when I was free.
I misjudged the wind and my strength
Now all my wrongdoings are killing me.