In a kingdom of my own 
I would lay in the fields.
I would not rest in the comfort of homes 
Nor beg pay from those who live. 
I would lay in the forest and pray to the trees 
Hug the soil and bless the souls of the many. 
If I were king of this world 
I would leave An empty place, a canvas of infinite length 
Infinite ruin and infinite peace. 
When I am king 
When I am truly alive. 
I will make sure that there’s a field for every man who has worked 
And a bed for all who are tired 
I’ve seen this world, for a brief blink 
taken from me in the fog of its darkness. 
The difference of light only lies in those – My eyes. 
In a kingdom of my own, I’d leave the fields, the court and the hunt to those who hoped. 
And I would depart after the final home was built.
A kingdom lies only in the eyes of its people, not the heart of the ruler. 
As we spend these days working the field for our great ruler; 
We allow ourselves to blink at the horizon, curse that same setting sun. 
Father Time, heartless king of my skinless heart
I wish for the weight that you’ve placed upon me be freed. 
For the fields do not whisk as they used to. 
I fear I’ve looked to you, too long 
Each blink a new victim of my own taking. 
Please, restore me
A humble citizen.