Royal Subjects
However life is to begin
We shall start to find things to do
Older to semblance that a dream
Did we age to become more a fool?
Cautious and careful... those menial trials
Meaningless yet necessary... perhaps not?
Hidden agendas inevitably kept in vials
Secreted to never again spare a thought
And we do things as deem
A need if not for yourself but the rest of the world
Is there that logic for things done to mean?
Yet a vortex we remain within... simply to swirl
We have to keep things going
Whence subjects we became since birth
Ways of this world to find me laughing
Given a comparison to millions... am I worth?
Of life to only begin
Need we find things to do?
Younger if only to dream
How did I become a fool?
Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2012
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