Climb to the Throne


Here I am searching for my soul.
I gazed at the golden chair,
vowed to someday be there...

How many more of those rocks, bricks, and mud should I block?
You! Oh, spectators of mine.... Should I move on?

And, I yearned and asked....
Curses and shame were showered freely as I watched the clouds drift away... as if taking my soul
in Forever Free.

And, the golden chair seem so far from my grip,
it's carvings of dragons and luxury.
Should this journey end before the throne....
May the heavens know I did try to sit on the throne....

In the dawn, I seek life.
The question it says is journey never ends..
The throne... LOOK AGAIN!

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