a lifetime alone
is a lifetime in a distant kingdom
as a king but no queen on the throne
a lifetime stuck in muddled verse

the witch broke my bridge
the wizard wrote my story
the relative was in my mind
and stealing my name
but identity is no more than skin deep

to feel real
to feel alive
and to have a point
could be all we are

bless the hand that takes you
moulded by the world
in which you grew up
moulded by those –
who loved you as a child

away from the prison
that captures our potential
never to be released
away from the inner fighting
into a world of inner peace

i would like to know
just exactly what i am paying
for this, my daily slaying
when i went to school
i was just window watching
in-between being a fool

it seems i have lost my dreams
and i have lost my way
well, thanks for your support
you were a parent in a million