Being Bricks and Layers

There is pain and separation
Till our final destination

Couldn't possibly blame
A divine name
For the things I disdain'd

The choice is up
Fate is down
I call it Magic
But still am I a pawn.

You may look up
You make look down
But you're yourself
And you're a pawn.

I have the power to dream Awake
At stake what you [un]properly deem
Mean, to be Right or Wrong
For I traverse the Throng

I am endowed to dream my
Self
Thus create
A
New.