Woe Is Me

the past is past and the now can't last time flies fast and the stones i've cast make the future a suture on the scars of the present in this kingdom of kings, i'm a peasant it's not pleasant my castle is ramshackle, in the woods my sceptre a stick from a tree i'd change the world if i could it's hard enough being me i follow a meandering path stepping aside to avoid wrath but only into a puddle of pee oh, woe is me bad luck, or no luck,often dumbstruck head lice, rats, mice, a dog in my bed dreaming of loveing a woman instead this is really not the way don't really know how to say this... i guess i'm busy braiding rope getting stronger as it gets longer, i hope i'll not tie a noose yet not willing to let darkness overcome