Through a Dragon's eyes

Through a dragon's eyes I see the world.
Enthroned behind my mind, in power seated high
my lofty view of the cold, dire, world is hard.
I'd freeze the world in ice or turn it brittle
to burned sticks, hard, fragile, ruined and black.
I see me move through the mush and morass.
I watch me who is not me do things I hate.
I laugh at not me compensating for the stupidity.
I laugh at not me treating them well.
In my power I would wreck them all.
Not me endures them all.
I think of what should be of the things I am denied.
Not me dances to a weary tune, circling and denied.
In that alone we are alike. We see not what is just and right.