Please excuse me Sir. While I allow you the floor. I'll just be over in the corner. As you dissect me to my core.
Tell me what I should be. What I could be but am not.
How I should address you because it seems I have forgot.
How foolish of me to think that being me could ever please, the likes of such a man as you. The one that no one sees.
You sit so high upon your throne. Your servants they barely reach. Poets, prophets, gurus, gods. They should listen to you preach.
Tell us all, oh mighty, all knowing man. Enlighten us to your ways. We'll try our best to understand.
What should be said and in what tone. How to respond to your gripes and groans.
Just remember this dear Sir. It gets lonely at the top. Where being right is what comes first. But are you really right? Or not?
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
Please excuse me Sir. While I allow you the floor. I'll just be over in the corner. As you dissect me to my core.
Tell me what I should be. What I could be but am not.
How I should address you because it seems I have forgot.
How foolish of me to think that being me could ever please, the likes of such a man as you. The one that no one sees.
You sit so high upon your throne. Your servants they barely reach. Poets, prophets, gurus, gods. They should listen to you preach.
Tell us all, oh mighty, all knowing man. Enlighten us to your ways. We'll try our best to understand.
What should be said and in what tone. How to respond to your gripes and groans.
Just remember this dear Sir. It gets lonely at the top. Where being right is what comes first. But are you really right? Or not?
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