King For A Day

Wasted time

From a mind

That’s wasted all of the time

Stoned to the bone and alone

Creating a throne

Full of lies

Full of eyes

That can’t see

Anything

Just to sit

Alone

And look over on a land

That didn’t grow

According to the plan

Did the land create the man

Or the man create the land?

Can we even separate the two . . .?

And whenever does anything go according to our little plans?

King of nothing

Is better then being

Nothing in the nothing,

Isn’t it?

Nothing in the nothing

Or

Something in the nothing

Or

Something in the infinite sea of something’s . . .

We all just want to be something

Some solid form

But we

Are more like

Water

Constantly changing forms

Constantly adapting

To our surroundings

Dreaming and scheming of being something solid

But always

Just

Flowing

King for a moment

And then

Back to nothing

Nothing for a moment

And then

Back to something

Something for a moment

And then

Transcended into

Everything

Everything for a day

And then

Back to nothing . . .

King for a moment

And then

Back to nothing

Nothing for a moment

And then

Back to something

Something for a moment

And then

Transcended into

Everything

Everything for a day

And then

Back to nothing . . .

-C.H.