modern life as it is

The passing of the kings and queens and the flow of the jester’s

As the town drunk is found in the corner of a bar

This simple life remains to flow through the continuum of time

But nothing is found in this land, nothing I can call mine

As I wonder through the vast valley of the un-forgiven

The kings and queens live high above the pain a treachery of which is modern life

Deep in the valleys of hell I stand

Those that here my cry’s

Are those of my keepers

The ones who use an manipulate the very existence of my time

But one day I shall receive a chance to change my stars

To proclaim the life I have worked so hard to deserve

But there is a price I must pay is that of my soul to the king and queens

Of this modern day.

By Angus McCollam