Made of gold
that levitating throne
swelling hands and chipped nails
that's what took me to construct it
scraped knees and sore stomach
I built a throne made of gold
watch me ascend it
race, wayfaring cry
before someone sits in it
that hole I hid myself in
has flooded with remorse
I will never go back
so I'll find another home
with a better view
and that throne of gold?
who needs it
Build myself a treehouse
Instill my authentic self