Someone Else?

When i fell from grace i never realized how deep the flood was around me. a man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil, and the water left scars on me. I know now who i am. if only for a while, i recognize the changes. i feel like i did before the magic wore thin and the "baptism of stains" began. They used to say i was nowhere, man, heading down was my destiny. but yesterday, i swear, that was someone else not me. Here i stand at the crossroads edge, afraid to reach out for eternity, one step, when i look down, i see someone else not me. Looking back and i see someone else. All my life they said i was going down, but i'm still standing, stronger, proud. and today i know there's so much more i can be. From where i stand at the crossroads edge, there's a path leading out to sea. and from somewhere deep in my mind, sirens sing out loud songs of doubt as only they know how. but one glance back reminds, and i see, someone else not me. I keep looking back at someone else... me?