ascending to the throne
is not what I thought it would be.

there is still no hope
still no joy

but still there lingers sorrow
pain and despair.

as I sit on my throne
above all of you

I know now that
it is harder to breathe up here

as you are cheering,
I am gasping for air.

Please help me.

I want to come down.

Don’t let me get your hopes up
for something that will never change.

pain
sorrow
and
despair

this will befall you since
you put me up here.

It’s not my fault,
I can not help what goes on,

because when you’re up this high,
you have no control.

even I can not defy gravity.