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 these scars on me, the chains i wore were mine, dragging me towards my fate, planned for me long ago, i played by all their rules, went to their right schools, who was i to question?, 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 crossroad's edge, afraid to reach out for eternity, one step when i look down, i see someone else, not me, i know now who i am, if only for awhile, i recognize the changes, i feel like i did, before the magic wore thin, and the baptism of stains began, sacrifice, the always say. is a sign of nobility, but where does one draw the line in the face of injury?, i'm just trying to understand, standing here at the crossroad's edge, looking down at what i used to be, a drowning man, trying to stay afloat, heavy with the past, but somehow keeping hope, that there's something more that is seen, but it's somewhere out of reach, so i keep looking back, 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, i think i finally understand, from where i stand at the crossroad's 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?