Castles in the sky
Chip away with thought and pen, I the hermit writer
To fool the giant and steal the golden goose
As I carve and climb my ivory tower
Passion masquerading obsessions counterfeit to wisdoms of this mind
Suicidal arrogance blind, tools to craft this lofty throne
And thus to sit, script and ponder
A poet, wig and gavel judging all alone
What need have I for these pathetic emotions to feel, suffer or love?
Master of the dominions in this cosmos, creations but a will
Bestow my talents and splash them with quill upon the whites
And you heap thy praises, green confetti from the tills
And you still laugh out loud and label insane, while others shed tear to my uni-verse
Unlike thee I travel the worlds, magical lands from this royal stool
Where does thou journey? From wretched job then back to home?
While I meet kings, queens and fight wild beasts, dear sir now who is the fool?
That I be sole author of my exaggerated words and exalted worlds that I to, begin to believe that I am elite
I leave you to ponder, this decision of who I am or who I may be
As for me I shall continue to write and parade these words as well as entertain
Thus if through recital or reception of the read, thy spirit wanders lost then all of this, the life of mine has never once been in vain