I take the blame
if that saves it.

They're all jesters on your path.

Unbeknownst to you
Light up only the wrong way.

Success is a slow poison
Wealth a carnage
Fame a fatality
And pride the hell’s peak
From where is only one way

Down.

Now there was no applause
As the King saying thus

Put down his crown.

Echoes and re-echoes
Lost in translation
What I say
Ricochet’s from walls
Shriller to the ear
My own voice
Comes back to me
As a big blow
It’s never-ending
My voices do not travel
Beyond the stony resilience
Maybe one day
My words will carry
Enough weight
To crack this resistance