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?