If I was a king,
By the noose I would be strung,
Was it god?
Was it the devil?
What a fiend they are,
That which gave you this cursed crown.

If I was a peasant,
Society might look down unto me,
Whether in disgust or pity,
I would live for a day to feel equal,
You would approach me,
Treating me as a person,
Not some hopeless being.

If I was a fighter,
I would swing until my bludgeoned hands gave way,
Here comes the biggest bout of your life,
The arena is crowded,
The crowd is screaming,
But your opponent is ever-changing,
And how many rounds can a human take?

If I was a wanderer,
Then I would walk the earth,
Looking for answers through your diamond eyes,
Seeing their crooked smiles,
Hiding their broken hearts,
But here you must wander alone,
Oh, why must you go?

If I was a believer,
I would hold steadfast,
Praying for any relief,
Now we must believe in something,
Hold tightly to hope,
Do not lose faith,
You will make believers of this world.

If I was a skeptic,
My blinded eyes would forever lie to me,
Maintaining my ignorance to what lies before me,
I would prod at even the truest until I found the lies,
You believe even the liars,
Skeptical enough to know they lie,
So human that you listen anyway.

If I was a lover,
I would cling tightly to those around me,
Never allowing them to fall when they stumble,
Like a shield, I would protect them until the end,
How strong your heart must love,
To hold them through their stumbles,
As you fall to the ground again and again.

If I was a revolutionist,
I would lead the revolt on the darkness of this world,
In the fire I would stand,
Proving that even flames cannot bend my will,
You, I would carry,
To the top of this world,
To prove to them that it is time for change.

If I was a poet,
I would carefully string my syllables,
Spilling my hollow heart onto the paper,
Only to find a mess of ink,
A distorted version of my thoughts,
Can you see your thoughts more clearly now?
Have you gained clarity in this moment?

If I was a thief,
Then may the devil himself take my wretched soul,
Oh but I would wear my prize,
That cursed crown of yours,
For every tide of the earth and beyond,
Oh, how I wish I was thief.