The world moves around in a slow spin,
Causing my eyes to wobble up and down;
I steady myself on the railing
As passersby look at me and frown.
Bah! I say. Look somewhere else
If I bother you so much.
I have a thousand heavens and hells
And yet nothing of a church.
The smoke swirls around and dances
With light playing lightly
And I spot a million chances
That shine in front of me brightly;
And a stranger’s voice seaks to me, “Are you OK?”
Am I Ok?
I do not think so,
For I think too much.
My head weighs over my heart
And the heart drunk in its own conscience
Stumbles and struggles over hurdles,
Stretched over the path of life,
And yet I am ok.
I know my truth is not yours
And my lie is not yours
For it is mine and mine alone,
I create it and swallow it.
Bitter as it is and sweet if it may be
I roam across your world and call it mine
And invite you to do the same;
But when you enter, do so with humility;
I AM KING..