Paper crown

Better a poor little farmer boy
Than a king of fools.
Better than a paper crown
soaked up
by the first sign of rain
– Papier-mâché.
Mush dripping into royal eyes.
With blinding sight
they stumble into a destiny.
Fate of isolation
your own expectation
Rises above triviality
Block numb conversation
No satisfaction.
Talking to drab men.
Your surviving becomes evolution.
Revolution in Innovation
A virtue
loneliness claims.
Not ashamed to state
what they have to say
what they believe to be right
Ready to get lynched
Solitude
reduced to a plain fact
just means nothing to lose
and the hermit
safe and pathless; free
is allowed
to starve in his own certainty