I’m a King with no Kingdom,
A Royal Priest with no Temple,
A General with no Army,
A Dreamer with no Dreams.
Lost in the cacophony of worldly toils
My heart begins to fail one beat at a time.
Searching for any beacon of hope to light my way,
Only to turn back towards darkness once found.
An insider who sits on the outside looking in,
Denying every pleasure and truth from one’s self.
My heart has found reason to smile again,
So I grind it to ash so it can hold no flame.
There will be no joy in these dull bones,
To bring forth a fountain of life again.
From which such a spring only arises,
Potential for it to be taken again.