The sign reads “perishable”
and the arrow points toward you.
My Grandma’s mind is wandering
and maybe yours’ is too.
How far a flight you fancy?
Responsibility left at home,
instead you packed your demons
went a trampling for your throne.
Well you may have claimed new mountains
new sunsets, salty seas
but you left the townsfolk praying
for your safety, on their knees.
Fortifications surround your mountain castle
moats and ditches that you’ve dug,
but I wonder if you’re lonely up there
without a friend to give a hug.
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