Your King is a Slave

off the beaten path
true to yourself
daredevil incarnate
make your laws, your own accord
a statue of defiance, upholding your own cause
but I see cracks in the foots
and the spectacle of the figure
more so of a shadow
of the true you you cannot depart from

Everything
the dryness of humor
origins of the tradition
driving force of expeditions
the reason why you hate
like an addiction
nothing without it
at the bottom of the canyon, the fall already in history
although the nature of yourself, clinging still...admiringly so

hate the command, detest its laws
but it's not immorality that shows your flaws
leading the brigade but still at home
I'm seeing beyond this landscape
and on master your eyes still fixed
govern the people like a king
but like a slave
master makes all you made

a small part of me
would look with master on you
and would sigh
seeing you still reeling from the schism
and I would look on you
if the small part of me
that holds true to you
wouldn't make master keep space from me
but that small part of me
and the other small part of me
overlooked further still by a me
that's not so small
that only sees how you two
are so short sighted
in the long run

And I would feel something about it
If you two didn't write your stories side by side
and both made me the cheated character