CELIBATE EGO

I lay with the moon that gave birth to four stars
Bred from frozen tears that fell of the pale sky
I trade pieces of my mind in exchange of ancient shelves
And before I breathe of dusty scrolls I am lost in magical wonder.
I behold a misty purple velvet morning,
Dew like rainbow bubbles bursting in rhythmical melody,
Sanity has no place where faith is adored,
For times like this choke every nerve of knowledge
Perhaps let the sun rise from the east and set in the east,
That I dream of in honor of fallen crowns that once treaded upon earth,
The weak are only as able as the strong if they but bear teeth, the myth
I should cease thought lest the noble find no sanctuary in vain reputation
Many dark moons pass by only noticed as the stranger whose hands were left with no coin

Oh you self glorified fops!
Have you no understanding?
Have you no heart?
Does it not all end in dust?
Must you gain sight in graves and forsake the little voice?

Wear the robes of the Egyptian goddess and bear the scepter of Pharaoh
The sun will still scorch you mortal man
Must coin define your guts?

You remain celibate to your ego,
We both taste the truth that betrays man when we die.