I'M a Peacock

I resemble a king yet I’m a servant for life
I cry golden tears yet my pockets are filled with dimes
My dreams are infinite yet reality ends in cries
For a man like me, the world ain’t enough for my one two strides

I see the world on a rearview with my present on rewind
Every moment is the same the only difference is time
For me to be a better man I need to let the past go behind
As I’m sure to rip the sows as my pride is my ride

My friend is wonder and my surname is sorrow
I got married at a tender age in my adolescent phase
Wedded to the devil who promised hunger no more
Yet feeling empty still searching for my soul which is hard to trace

I’m a man with a million names still searching for perfection
I gleam with light for the blind to see my reflection
I’m standing still like a stain ever fixed in my position
Who am I? I’m a peacock taking pride for my ambition
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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