I straddle my throne holding on tight
Feeling safe, the needle rising,
becoming one, machine and man.
I do not know the land ahead.
Dark night masks its curves,
blurring trees pass by as I press on.
I have not been this way before
but my throne has never failed,
needle rising, pressing on.
The road leaves my track
heart stops, I can’t react.
Why have you failed me?
Violent separation, fallen from my throne,
Humbled and low unable to stand.