A thought that turned into a poem

Long ago I tried to conquer the world 

thinking I would fall from glory I yearned to be completed

with the whole word in my grasp I felt Victorious 

but It was as if I could still feel myself reaching for something more important 

The irony of everything began to overtake me 

There I lied with everything I ever wanted but was this all 

My brain began to spin for some task to complete, some cheap thrill to find but there were none 

I had lost eveythig tryin to gain it all 

And sometimes when I think about where I’m headed this feeling is my biggest fear