tell me
what is it like to be a king?

unafraid of the dark corners of this land
regarded highly by it’s passengers
never a stray glance or loose question

i only understand confusion
i was born like this after all
a soul unfortunate enough to want a better hand

tell me
what is it like to be adored?

to have strangers give kindness
invite you into their spaces
the places considered to be safe

i only know of discomfort
with few willing to tolerate me
to give up their status to help
me

tell me
what is it like to live?