With not much clarity A guess is worth its weight thrown But no one ever really knows Unless the game is read or set To take or give Conditions met I keep the rest to go against The sense between the self and less
I am not the weak little girl you recall I am the girl who got up even after the roughest fall You pushed me when I didn't shove You hurt me when I would help Now I will not stand to be thrown So try to push me now.. I sit cheerfully on my thrown
Queens feel the pressure to be this beautiful individual and to set an example. They are pushed to perfect their image and on days they want to be at peace, they are seen as lazy. Days where they can't deal with the chaos, they are seen as weak. Nothing they do makes them perfect enough but, they still sit on their royal chair and smile because they know it is their choice to run how they choose to run their kingdom, their life.
Like a piston in an engine Like a jet in the sky Like a trebuchet once, twice, always described Like a whip uncurling Like a stone once rolled I am always tossing, always turning Life itself into the unknown
i will sit on a mantle of my own making sip on wine I made myself wear a gown of my own inspiration pluck the crown from the mud at my feet walk with the knowledge of my deeds I will no more abandon my thrown as small and neglected as it is it will grow with me and i with it