He had a smile on the edge of a grin
A heart on his sleeve
No shoes on his feet
He spoke poetry
Conversations like memorized lyrics
Flowing out so simply
So surreal
He thought himself royalty
Testing his subjects
Beheading his lovers
So simple,
The language he spoke.
That it quickly became incomprehensible.
He lives for the next day
Stuck in the past
Forgetting the present
Living life fast
It’s too late now
He's falling behind
He’s far from reality
He’s losing his mind