The neon lights have taken over
There's no luck left in my four leaf clover
There aren't any four leaf clovers, for the matter
'Cause they're all dead and we must scatter
I don't really know what's real
So let us try to let it heal
As we try to clean up our mess
We start to give in less and less
In these neon lights I see
What the downfall has been of me
Greedy people with greedy minds
Wielding powers of many kinds
They build their towers of paper
In the end it's worth less than vapor
Because when you're dead
The light is shed
On what you did
And what you hid
Then we realize that your power
Was used to make others cower
Not to make them feel good
You did not do what you should
You let the lights get the best of you
You built your empire on what they do
And all that's left in the end
Is something that you need to mend
Your power was a lonely desert plant
It wants to grow, but I won't let it, I can't
Because it's not a good thing
It makes you want to be a king
But you just need to get better
And forgive your debtor
Don't build things on sand
They always fall at its hand
YOU ARE READING
Of Humans and Kings
Poetry"With her firestorm eyes and her watery soul It dripped away in pieces, no longer whole" A collection.
