A creative mind, a troubled soul. A pity I had to go. Now listen once, but not twice: I long to see the stars tonight, but these sunflowers are rather nice.

My colossal likeness was found By a traveler in a barren land Whose kingly visage tells of my character And whose demise is told by the sand

I have been alluded to all throughout the eons and the tomes of the past. The people of the planet have called me many things, a sign of a god, or destruction, or both. However, I simply flash by, resigned to my fate as I dissolve.

Modern children get hooked on my use, Some forms of me are swallowable and prone to abuse, A paper of stone, words chiselled in All share this word - let the guessing begin!

I am used to see, but not many use me anymore. In one eye and not the other, I'm tied to the Mandela effect..oh brother