Kissing the mild breeze
He ‘wings’ with the birds
Feeling the warmth of the sun
He ‘heat’ with the planet

Hope so its his future
Hope so its his life
Full of corruption and decadence
Full of sorrow and maintenance

And he goes away, left it
And he walked away, did it
Who cares about, he is a King
And he lived apart, Killed it

No difference in him though
With the icy and melting foe
Killed himself, no regret even
When the sun rise
He found himself ‘Missing’