A hero
in his own consciousness
for the world that exists
only in his reveries.
A warrior
so vigilant and chivalrous
in the village
behind his eye lids.
A king
so kind yet mildly imperious
ruling all
inside his land of dreams.
A drowning member
of the proletariat class
humoring all
in the world he walks.
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 3:24 PM UTC
A hero
in his own consciousness
for the world that exists
only in his reveries.
A warrior
so vigilant and chivalrous
in the village
behind his eye lids.
A king
so kind yet mildly imperious
ruling all
inside his land of dreams.
A drowning member
of the proletariat class
humoring all
in the world he walks.
Written By Matthew Allan Cuellar
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