Kings

My feelings right about now. Enjoy..

  Withering away from the sunlight.

Slowly and slowly the clouds come.

What is it you want from me,

besides  my sins and my glum.

We take advantage of the air we breathe.

Block out all the good things, 

sweeping them under an old rug.

Walking around like were all kings.

Treating the others so small.

And the cry's I let out at night keep coming.

Because the world just isn't enough.

More and more is what we need

And then we just give up when things get rough.

I blame God but why should I?

It's my mother's fault, or maybe just mine.

For climbing the same ladder and falling back down.

You think by now I would read the sign.

And in the last hours what will it all mean?

That I never truly did make it home.

And when all is said and done,

Will I still think I'm a king in my own throne?

Author's Note

I guess this all makes sense in my head in some way or another. It may not for you but I hope you like it anyway. Comments & suggestions are appreciated.