King or Peasant?
Envision the world we all must share
Blanketed by the sun’s bright glare
We all exist in this world together
Collaboration in our presence.
But with this society arises a friction
Tangling of lives and a confliction
Complications are inevitable
It’s in our very essence.
Vexations may transform one arcanely
To see goals and ambitions quite insanely
Evils seek to harm another
Hunters among the pheasants.
But others may choose a separate path
To rise above the evil and wrath
The people who willingly lend a hand
Aiding in Earth’s convalescence.
Yet, some weakly submit to the strife
Helplessly crushed by the vice of life
The ordinary cogs in this mortal machine
Dreaming of life in the heavens.
Though no two souls trod the same trail
Our paths are different, yet equal in scale
Opportunity from desire resides in everyone
Sense the omnipresence.
Opportunity lies within the Ascension
Your desire entices the fated question:
Rise above, or stay in place?
I hear the mandate so incessant:
Live and die as king or peasant?