From Within

For what do i owe the pleasure to accompany misery, is it not my right to be trusted, Did i dare not the wickedness of my tongue to be cast out ages ago, a fair Lady does not always seek her prince charm for either the eyes are masked With ignorance or the brain does not request knowledge for life is not fair but Do not live it in vain. Poor misguided soul who searches for dreams and misplaces Love as if life possesses so many more treasures, so a man thinketh is exactly what he becomes, is it not appropriate to say i am a flawlessly married king, indeed my thoughts consist of serenated proposals to the queen of my highest fantasy.