Dreams tainted by the course of age
I've acted like the prince but stood as a page
Thought my rage was past tense but I don't change

Expectations of respect but I'm not royalty
And I still stand with all my hate and loyalty
Sleeping soundly and when I wake its regrettably

My waking life is spent as a constant
Eyes closed with dark bags tired my countenance
A need to be a man of substance, a brain with content

It drives me to escape and sleep all day long
Life on my word the path of pain where have I gone
Burn in the night to escape the change will never come

Always I seek the validation of respect
Only break is sleep some stolen moments
Born poor and envious my life is one I reject

Heart beats in indigo even as it lets go
Dark and bruised still I will always grow
No need for an escrow when I rest it all goes