Pauper The King

At the limits of my breath, I succeed in vagueness.

In the sucker punch grin, I see fortune's pay out.

Disassembled myself in this aimless game.

Where no one wins or loses.

Play the role of the fool.

Roll the dice of the wise.

Pauper the king

and remain a part

of the background mystery

that plays poker only once in a lifetime 

to be remembered forever.

In this state of the mind time exists as a paramount.

Gypsy whispers secrets that no one else finds.

That the rich get rich off the poor.

No one cares for rules anymore! The story of us all is lost 

in a bible so cold, as the faces now. Time shall take a bow.

Wake up in the streets of Venice in a blink.

And remain a part of the background mystery.

That is the role of pauper the king!