In my mind I build a castle;
I make you king
and me
dirty rascal.
It’s so hard getting noticed by royalty
with a wardrobe of tattered rags.
It’s so tiring wandering outside the gates
carrying life in threadbare bags.
The castle of course is so flawless, so grand;
rumours are spun of its price.
But common sense? Secretly locked in the dungeon,
chained up amidst vile rats and mice.
So I\'ll no longer wait here, debate here, narrate here;
crunching on eggshells and other remainders.
I\'ll quest now for answers, displacing my likeness,
pursuing dominions with unlocked gold chambers.