A crowned paradox

‎My path is mine alone to take, ‎The breeze mine alone to braze. ‎I hold aloft a lamp of gold, ‎A crown of rubies, pearls, and diamond flame. ‎My gaze is stone unyielding, strange ‎Eyes that can draw you into Neverland. ‎ ‎I wield a staff of authority, a burden born of weight. ‎A mind like iron, a heart that yields, ‎The upholder, ‎The controlla, ‎I move in steps that split the earth ‎And walk through realms undone. ‎ ‎I am the harbinger of life and destroyer too. ‎The lover. The hater. ‎I do not cling to grudges, ‎Yet I revenge with quiet flame. ‎I claim the holy, yet I profane. ‎I need, I want insatiable remains. ‎ ‎I am man. ‎The one with fire behind his eyes, ‎A tongue as sweet as it is bitter. ‎At my core: love, hate, judgment reside. ‎Yet above all… ‎I run a race ‎I may have no control over. ‎