King solomon

The son of david

He was where i should be

I wanted his wings

But i have no power over a king

A lowly peasant at a nightingale’s level 

A mear small bird of creativity

Nothing to compare to the eagle of the king

He wouldn't even know I exist

A new spring shall come anew

I cannot lead in this headspace

Too many thoughts of hatred and fear

Being a leader can be a poisonous habit

What I need is purity

Pure of mind and heart 

But thats hard

Always check your interstate 

Leading is hard to start 

But the longer you do it

Things get easier for you 

Both from experience and

More trust from who you lead

But

I still wish for his wing