A Lesson Perhaps
The early morning castle stirred
The king of the forest stared vacantly toward the east
His bloodshot eyes caught no reasoning
A lazy fly settled on his suit of velvet
And the king cursed the creation
Like an unwanted shadow
The queen of conscience entered the already broken morning
She spoke, "Eat, my master"
The king moved to a coffin corner
Where another lazy fly contemplated the dust of time
"Bring me a kingdom, and I will eat"
His voice disturbed the dust and the fly
"I am without power to bring you power"
The queen sighed like an autumn breeze
"Then I will not eat"
The king moved to his guilty throne
And seated himself amongst his ancestors
"My king, if you want a kingdom and power
If you want money and love
If you want respect and admiration
Then you must go out, and take it"
The king stared vacantly to the east
And a dozen flies waiting in the dust stared back
"I am the king, it is not my part to capture and claim
It is my people's duty"
The queen cried, and the little crystal tears tickled her cheeks
She brushed them away angrily
"You have no people
And while you remain the ghost of the past
You will never have people or a kingdom"
She ran from the pathetic chamber
A fly left with her
The king breathed and thought deeply
"I will have people"
He said nervously to his conscience
"I will have people"
The king of the forest never rose again from his guilty throne
And the dust, and the lazy flies lived on him
And the king lived on his dreams
And died on them
The king of the forest stared vacantly toward the east
His bloodshot eyes caught no reasoning
A lazy fly settled on his suit of velvet
And the king cursed the creation
Like an unwanted shadow
The queen of conscience entered the already broken morning
She spoke, "Eat, my master"
The king moved to a coffin corner
Where another lazy fly contemplated the dust of time
"Bring me a kingdom, and I will eat"
His voice disturbed the dust and the fly
"I am without power to bring you power"
The queen sighed like an autumn breeze
"Then I will not eat"
The king moved to his guilty throne
And seated himself amongst his ancestors
"My king, if you want a kingdom and power
If you want money and love
If you want respect and admiration
Then you must go out, and take it"
The king stared vacantly to the east
And a dozen flies waiting in the dust stared back
"I am the king, it is not my part to capture and claim
It is my people's duty"
The queen cried, and the little crystal tears tickled her cheeks
She brushed them away angrily
"You have no people
And while you remain the ghost of the past
You will never have people or a kingdom"
She ran from the pathetic chamber
A fly left with her
The king breathed and thought deeply
"I will have people"
He said nervously to his conscience
"I will have people"
The king of the forest never rose again from his guilty throne
And the dust, and the lazy flies lived on him
And the king lived on his dreams
And died on them
Credits
Writer(s): Peter James Daltrey, Edmund Kenneth Pumer
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