To reach your crown..
I put it in my head..
I feel yr headache..
I feel you..
You feel me?.. It's easier whithout a crown...
Melancholy district.. Oh..
You're around me.. Around my crown.. Your eyes are bold.. Once I was told.. You would never get old.. Come on.. Come around.. In my town..
I'm the beggar crowned king.. Ready to sing a song..
Not for to long.. I feel a squezze in my double broken heart.. I'm lying on the subway.. The crown is rolling away from me.. Until it hits a black kid's feet.. He said " hi my name is Jean-Michel.. I see you lost your crown sir"..
"Never mind son..look you must listen" .. "your crown Sir, your crown has fallen.." "listen to me kid.. Look at me.. I wanna go in peace.. I need you to do me a favor.."
"sir?".. "I need you.. to grab my crown and put it in my head for one last time.. Would you?".. "yes.. I think sir".. The kid grabbed the crown and saw a magic reflection of his future (he thought).. "hurry up kid I don't have much longer".. Jean-Michel had been deceived by the crown, which showed him a glimpse of his most intimate and intense desires..
"what are you doing?".. "Sorry sir.. I can't help you".. "wait".. The kid moves away with the crown as a prize and proof of his vision.. The old bagger died a few seconds after..
The young king has returned..
And waited to long.. For his brilliant future.. Nothing happened.. He just did some paintings.. And died at the age of 27..
In New York city..
Alone in his studio..
The crown with three peaks disappeared with him.. Jean-Michel.. He knew.. He simply realized what you missed..
(This poem, writeen by Sorrow Mortis, reflects a story of a young king)
Poem: This Thing Called Life - @hamzahmayaki
Video Source: Pursuit of Happyness
Audio: Enya - May it be
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