You don't bear a fall

The haughty words of the proud reads:

Quintessential me
Beside myself is me of blue blood
My life is not without grandeur
Yeah, I am on the top of the earth-top
Shall penury ever dwell with my person?

Important me
Beside myself is best of dignity
Is it uppity or royalty,
That I do not lack?
Not even a pinch of penny-pinching life

Explicit me
I ride the crest in my utopian sphere
Is there any tormented there?
Any small fry may die
I will rather be a joyous cold fish

Downtrodden me
Beside myself is mediocrity
Where is my superfluous habitat
and chariot with which I bestrode the sphere?
What a paradoxical irony
That shall astound even posterity!


Helpless me
Beside myself is a steep terrace to obscurity
Finger-biting moment of remorse; anxieties
Hysteria, now order of my days
"May I exist", my crestfallen person says


Enlightened me
Beside myself are evergreen lessons
Worth saving for  posterity
Hmm, so pride is supplanting personified
What so foolish and blackened seasons!

Wise me
Beside myself; a glut of wisdom
Copious enough for nations
Pride precedes an enormous fall
Now I know after all

I don't bear a fall