Are you really a king? A mad king at that?
No, you are a fragile leaf, a fate that you cannot control.
When you leave it all behind,
You shall become an insane asylum
Of feelings not yet identified.
I cannot control that which was laid out before you,
You cannot try to throw it all way, so don't even try.
Get on with the way you are,
If you cannot achieve greatness,
Don't blame the failings on others.
You are no one's king, but yes, you are mad.
You are a mad person made soft by a
Whirl wind of emotional torment
And just like a leaf,
You swirl and spiral to your downfall,
You can't control where you are headed this time,
But I dare you to control your outrageous outbursts next time.