Friday, April 27, 2012


Who am I to suggest
I might know better
Than the architect of all things
Who am I to be the one
To fail my King in the face of reality
I made a vow to be pure
And I am
But I am weak
I long for things
I should not have
And I am filled with desire
Who am I
To long for things that poison me
Who am I indeed to have any say
Over anything
When I am a flea
And the King is a universe