I used to be the king of this world; was never ruler of my own. I played the puppet to my advisors- a marionette on their poisned wires. With every tug of those silly strings I danced the game they wanted to play. Now homeless I wander the streets. But I am free. I choose what pavement my feet greet.
"Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." – Confucius
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
King
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I like this one, patrick! I don't know why. I just do.
ReplyDeleteThanks Meg! It's funny how that happens with poetry. Sometimes you just can't put your finger on it. Thanks for reading. I was going to stop updating
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