f**k if i even know what to call this babble

some babble

three years ago my world was small

i was a king, with an all seeing eye

i held the realm in the palm of my hand

and whispered it alive.

today, just a moment ago i felt strange

as i watched my world wither and die

i held on for an instant and then let it slip

let it fall to the ground and i cried.

now the walls are falling

the open doors are calling

and i cant decide

if i even have time

should i stay this stagnant course

or should i fly?

its time to hold tight

gonna ride the wind tonight.