He was walking to work carrying a suitcase filled with documents.
Paper cuts all over his fingers, but getting tons and tons of amends.
His bank account was big, like his growing self-esteem.
He was always looking in the mirror, posing his humble, pretty grin.
Had a maid to change the sheets after every night of passion.
With a different girl each time, no time for drama or tension.
His mind was in pieces, for his mother died too soon,
He wasn't the free butterfly that he's now, but only a soft, small coon.
He grew up eating poisoned leaves from evil trees,
Learning that people are nothing but manipulated bees
Struggling daily for some honey. He knew that's funny,
Since there are wasps around collecting all the money.
Time passed and his heart began to ask for love,
But the brain ignored the requests for he was the one above.
"We have everything we need, don't have silly needs,
Our legacy is good enough, no need to be ruined by kids."
So he said, but the heart started to hurt,
And after a while the alcohol began to lurk
Inside his blood, pulling out the thing he tried to opress.
"Okay, I had enough, it's time for me to confess!"
He went to his old man and asked for advice
"What to do, father, to escape the said vice?"
His father gave him a pen and mumbled a bunch of stuff,
He knew his son is in pain and he also had enough.
"Go, my son and treasure, and never lose your light.
Find the thing you need and take what's yours by right.
My father prepared me to get you ready for the trip,
I've been waiting for the day your heart and mind will split."
He pursued the goal and made it there alive
In a bright ocean of light in which he wanted to dive,
So he jumped without hesitation to fullfill his heart's temptation,
But the ocean can be bright and still offer a cold sensation.
His light began to leave, as the fire turned to ash.
The heart once pumping love is now crippled by the crash.
In its ugliness and evilness, the heart twisted the mind away,
Making him preach against the light since he saw nothing but gray.
"Only if they knew why the city is always bright..
It's because once we're here we give our light without a fight!"
But no-one paid attention, to his very irritation,
So he pulled out the pen and began to change a nation.
Years passed and he became King in an old castle.
Taking away the City of Lights' beautiful dazzle.
Now without the light, the city doesn't attract no more.
And what was once sweet, now it's old and sore.
"If I don't have the light, no damn soul should feel its rays,
If your mind is dark enough you'll no longer like the days.
So let's stop this stupid cycle, for there are many moths,
Drawn to the light while ignoring its bloody costs!
The City of Light is now only a ruin of what it used to be,
Like the dreams the King planted as seeds, yet there's no tree.
What happened to the old man that he can barely remember?
Will he still accept to share, with his son, a chamber?
