Can I?


Hola my friend!

Here are a few words from my shadowy mind...

I want to be a King
With abundant affluence,
Cozy bed and drink,
But i despise to be poisoned 
Or killed by my own kin.
I want to be a musician
And sing my desires out
Heeding to my own mind,
But i dislike to be kind
And nod to someone's need
To act as remedy and heal.
I want to be a painter
With praise, tranquil life,
And bring home the bacon,
But i abhor to draw
Someone's dim world
Instead of my own colour
Yet call it mine.
I want to be a shepherd 
And lie on the grass
Sighting the cloud's dance
With the stock's chorale,
But i loathe to tend
The thick-haired creatures 
That doesn't even know
Who I am.
I'm left with no choice 
In this cruel world 
To do what I like,
I lost hope and trust
Yet act as a mere doll
To satisfy the stranger's call.
Right now,
I'm in desperate need
To rest. Can I?

Happy reading! Adios:)

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