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My Life As King,,
I have worked so hard
I have poured my soul
My skin is secretly scarred
My bones still ache and sore
Even though I have it all
Completed dreams and green paper
I can’t see you, I’m so tall
How do I get back home from this scraper?
I used to play in my backyard
One day I dreamed to shoot the stars
A star that everyone could see
A star that I too, could be
I thought,
I could have it all
I could stand so tall
And in the end I rest today
My fame won’t go away
I’m king of all this land
This puny pile of rock
I’ve held it in my hand
But time still goes tick-tock
And you could one day have it too
But you can’t make it new.
I still can’t play the chords.
I still can’t sing the notes.
I still can’t write the soul.
I still can’t write my life.
I still can’t capture ends.
I still can’t tell you hopes.
I still can’t tell you dreams.
I just own this pile of rock.
I just own a mansion or two.
Just like you, I’m gonna die.
And hope I see gold, so clean and new.
You could have it all.
This puny mound of rock.
I’d let you take it from me.
I’d make you king of this rock.
Copyright ©
Luna Schwartz
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