Ignorance may be bliss
But knowledge is power
So here I stand, king of the hill
Rarely challenged, never fallen off
Always asked for guidance
What do you expect from me?
Must I fix everything?
Am I surrounded by children?
Unable to cross the street of thought
So I hold your hand to show you the way
Only to be asked “How’d we get here?”
Fingers pointed in every direction
Because blame is easier than self-reflection
Scared of what you may see behind your mask
Living your life like a magic show
Smoke, mirrors, slide of hand and verbal misdirection
Unimpressed…
You may continue your double speak
While I read between the lines
Are you honestly surprised?
How do I remain king?
Simple my child
Truth, observations, and actions
If you ever grow up
You will become powerful