Master of the ...

On the path that I was seeking Compliments they’d say at meetings ON HIS WAY, DON’T HOLD HIM BACK The box was white my mind was black There Was no wall my thoughts were new Fresh ideas on abstract views You could call me day or night I would find the faintest light I’d watch myself rise to the throne So proud so grand and all alone Now I think of what I wasted What was real and not created My office echoes my ego screams I AM THE ONLY MONARCHY This existence fails us Dreams are over let’s wake up I was once INterESting As half the man I turned out to be