Thoughts and Things

Viva la Vida

Tonight I sweep these forgotten streets

As the ghost of the man I used to be

Silently, I trod through memory lane

Reliving my past life in vain

Powerful, Authoritative, Feared was I

Respected, Obeyed and even Dignified

I had stood with pride as my people cheered

“May the King live on for many years!”

I float through the corridors and glide through the halls

Of the castle I owned before my magnificent fall

The place now reeks of regret and shame

It is a sin to even mention my name

How did I fail? What was my mistake?

How could I have known that those I trusted were fake?

Dry tears began to fall from my eyes

As I remembered my tragic demise

I had watched in terror as my life came crumbling down

Gone were my loyal subjects and gone was my crown

Killed by the very people who, for me, had once cheered

These were the ones who, at my funeral, jeered

I awaken from my memories, still in this ghastly state

Not good enough to get in heaven, living in hell was my fate

Constantly tortured, haunted by the past

Condemned to the lonely title of 'outcast'