The Ruler of them all

I stare,
sitting by the curtained window
into the newly painted walls -
the shade of 'Corsican Sky',
as my neighbor says,
I stare,
Hoping, I stare hard and for long
at the invisible building edges
The solid walls melt like wax
disappearing into the faraway sky
Drunk with the indomitable power
that only comes with day-dreaming,
I stare,
Shrinking into a horizontal slit
My eyes now but a sword's edge
I slice through the concrete
Slashing through like a fascist ninja
With just tiny jerks of my head.
I stare,
Conscious of the briefness,
The last few seconds I shall reign
The controller of the built and the existent
Now scared of the slightest whisper,
The rustle of breeze on the curtain,
that could rudely jerk me off my trance.
I now mortally stare,
As consciousness is forced
and I agonizingly transform
from being the ruler of the universe
to an unnoticed speck behind window bars.