Everything
Every birthday is the same
I receive “everything” I want
It’s a huge celebration
A national holiday
This year’s will not be different
But it is
This year I lose my “freedom”
And there is nothing I can do
It’s my duty
One of the many
Since my birth
No decision has been my own
But someone else's
What I wear
What I do
What I say
Where I go
Who I am with
Everyday full of lessons
How to be a leader
A King, a Ruler
Did anyone ask me if this is what I want?
Did anyone ask me about anything I want?
No
Because being King is my birthright
It’s mine
Even thought I don’t want it
Yes, I have gotten “everything”
I have ever wanted
Horses, Dogs, Swords, Toys,
All of it
But never the life I wanted
The life he lives
The gardener’s son
He is younger than me
But more free than me
All those years of sneaking out
Late at night
During lessons
Early in the morning
During meals
To play with him
To roll around in the dirt
To be someone else
He has everything that I want
No one scolds him for mud
Tells him to sit up
Eat properly
Think before he speaks
Wear this not that
He has no pressure
Of a kingdom
One that he will one day have to rule
Even if he doesn't want to
To settle down
And forever
Be trapped
To the throne
To these stone walls
He is free to leave
To venture out of these walls
To explore the world beyond
I envy him
Because he has everything I want
Yes, I may have more riches
But he has freedom
As children we were both free
Or at least somewhat free
But as time when on
I became more chained
To the throne
As he continued to grew
To escape
He was a wild flower
Free to grow wherever
I was a potted rose
Restricted to one place
Everyday during lessons
I would see him
Running around
Playing with the other children
Smiling, Laughing,
Enjoying his youth
While I sat in a dark room
Studying books of laws
A sad frown on my face
Getting scolded for not paying attention
As children we were friends
But age created distance
We understood
Class distinctions,
Social standings,
Wealth differences
I did not care
He did
Claimed I did not understand
“You’re a prince”
“I’m a gardener”
“Go back to your castle”
“And I’ll stay here, in my flower beds.”
And thus my representative of freedom
Bound me to my prison
Again
So now here I stand
Overlooking the preparations
For my ball
The one to determine my “Queen”
But all my eyes do is follow him
Carting flowers in
Arranging them just so
Sweat dripping down his face
Down his neck
All my thoughts are of him
Because I envy him
But he is also all I want
All I have ever wanted
If I could
I would leave this castle
I’d live with him in that small cottage
Planting flowers
Enjoying flowers
Enjoying him
But it’s not meant to be
Our eyes meet
And he smiles
A happy, oblivious smile
And I feel a bit of me die
Because he is my only escape
And he is already gone
It is he that does not understand
He never will
But it is no matter
Tonight I will pick a wife
Someone to fit the image of “Queen”
To perform their duties
As I perform mine
From my office
Overlooking the gardens
And what could have been
What should have been
What I want to have been