the boy wanted to serve;
the king
who is capable
to guide alone.
he is too sure,
this is why;
he is born.
so he put
all his effort
to get enrolled
in the processes,
that could take him closer
to his goal.

on the way to palace,
he met a fellow,
looks so noble,
member of an academy,
wearing a dress
so long
and so white,
like an angel
to follow.

hello;
the boy said,
hello! child,
the fellow replied.
oh! so divine,
so caring,
that's the man,
i must follow
the boy thought
in his mind.

child, you look like
lost;
how can i help?
the fellow added.
the boy thought,
I got the light.
so, the boy bursted,
can you show the way
to the palace?
the fellow seemed
so touched,
and he started crying
O my king! O my king!
and started praising king,
and got lost in describing
the beauty of the palace.
the boy, felt blessed,
oh! i am in right hand.
my dream coming true.

so the boy;
followed the fellow.
serve him,
please him,
and the fellow says,
king likes that
king loves that
the boy becomes
more dedicated to.
years passed,
and years.
the boy see,
many other fellows,
many other boys;
who follow.
and rules of that
and rules of this
which are so customary
make no sense,
and
no where the palace,
no where the peace;
they described so boldly.

one day the boy
listened to his heart
and asked the fellow,
have you ever
seen the palace?
the fellow said, no.
how you are so sure
this is the path
to the palace?
the fellow said,
when i was a boy,
i followed a fellow,
he taught me
what to do.
the boy added,
how could that fellow
know that?
the fellow said,
his fellow taught
him that.
and so on..
the fellow started,
the story of a tree
and its branches.
the boy just stood up
and faced the fellow
into his eyes
and asked so boldly,
and you think
none are fallible?
yes we are,
but we are agent,
agent of the king.
so confident
sounded the fellow.

now the boy exclaimed,
how you know that?
the fellow seemed calm
and quoted from a fellow
who was on top branch
of the tree,
"you are the agent of the king who
follow me"
the boy now understood
and laughed
now the fellow is surprised
the fellow said, what?

the boy is taking off
the long gown
and murmuring to himself,
you are not agent,
you are regent.
you think king is absent,
bound by the laws,
you think,
king is incapable,
his guide is not complete,
he can not guide alone
without  you.
you think,
you are the one
upholding him.

and then finally said to the fellow,
surely you will
follow the dead,
and his fallible carriers,
and their twisted stories,
and serve a regent,
to be a regent.

i am to serve the king
who needs no regent
to guide,
he is not absent,
while just unseen.
i will only follow
the infallible,
the alive.