The Princely Poet

Wings

Amongst the wings of the palace like flittering birds

Bustling to the brim with 'important people'

Caring not where I am or where I'm going, I wonder:

Do they see me

Even

For one second

God forbid I said something obscure

Hinting at my ambivalence towards the crown, the silliness of it all

"Ignorance!" They'd think

"Just wait until you've found the right girl. A set prince, you'll surely be," they'd say

Knighted in embalmed ivory and lace, they never wonder what

Lies beyond their glittery (prison) chateaus

Maybe in another life I'd be an artist

No longer held to a standard I myself cannot meet

Only an easel and brush and colors and pots

Painting the world as it is

Quiet, loud

Raging, Calm

Steady, imbalanced

Too many things

Unique to the senses to simply

View or see or feel or hear or taste

What if I could paint it all

Xanthic suns, pearly moons, thundering clouds, throbbing waves

You can't only see life one way, there is more--there always is

Zipping by in a winged quake, a fly glides past.

"A prince like you shouldn't be thinking so hard about anything," a faceless feminine voice jovially quips. The brunette giggles, waiting for me to agree.

"Better safe than sorry, right?" Looking up, I lift my arm up for her to hold as I accompany her down the stony stairs.

(Can't we think more?)

-먼우빈