I once thought I could build an empire
with people I believed shared the same vision.
But it wasn’t enough that the vision was shared-
nor enough that I had people.
I was never meant to be a king.
That didn’t mean I was never meant to be more.
It meant I was best suited to serve someone who held a vision.
Yet through time,
I have not met a single soul who carried one.
And so, my mind rotted with fantasy-
cursed with potential, without realization.
I wish I had more time.
If only someone had come to share their vision with me,
perhaps then, today,
I would be more.
I would be The Crownless King.