The man who owned the world.

Just an output from my mind to the page.

There was once a man who owned the world.

All that is known at his feet,

He stood atop a mountain.

There he yelled “all is mine”.

From below, a tiny voice was heard.

It echoed through the mountain.

“But what next?”

The man he pondered

He pondered for hours on end until eventually

He walked down the mountain.

Author's Note

Judge it how you please. I feel like I could write this differently.

Reviews

[Taz]

This is very intiresting read, I like the feeling you portray of thought and then it seems he gives up because he does not know what to do, well done.

[Vaporvision]

Thank you :)

[Taz]

You are welcome.

[Paper]

This is oddly haunting and very eloquently phrased.

[Vaporvision]

Thank you. I tried to make it alike to something like a Chinese proverb.