Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Monarchy
Too many words scathing my heart
As I trip and fall down, bruising my ego
And scraping ideas upon the pavement.
To be glimpsed upon as a true artist,
I yearn for it, I dream of it.
But the reality falls away.
I'm faceless in a sea of faces,
These faces are blind,
Walking into the abyss and saying goodbye
To the meaningless as I sit upon a boulder
As heavy as my thoughts,
And dream of a time when poets are kings.
5-12-11
As I trip and fall down, bruising my ego
And scraping ideas upon the pavement.
To be glimpsed upon as a true artist,
I yearn for it, I dream of it.
But the reality falls away.
I'm faceless in a sea of faces,
These faces are blind,
Walking into the abyss and saying goodbye
To the meaningless as I sit upon a boulder
As heavy as my thoughts,
And dream of a time when poets are kings.
5-12-11
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