how easily
I fall to the fallacy
of words imagery
creating picturesque possibilities
that pleases my
third-eye
blinded
by the joker’s juggling
I seem to be smitten by the Lie King
whose empty wagon promises
become noisier
with each bump in the road
uncomfortable in this journey I
batten down the hatches
hold firmly
to the proclamations of said King
yet
they slide through my fingers
like the sands of time
wasted
in the shadows of nothingness
my nakedness
renders me
powerless
yet cloaked in my right mind
I seek refuge
in places he’d never think
to find
me
dancing in sun showers
with commoners whose riches out weigh
any oasis he could promise
living simply
on truth
find myself so drunken in such integrity
forget to cut soul ties
that bind me
easily
he calls me
home
Queen
to the King that lies
-- loveshai
