I was born in parables,
Where the hour glass sits at dawn
The first Son of Gurjonbec
The day of my birth, was declared a holiday
My name forbidden to be used
By any other in the Kingdom
For those that came before me
Had their names changed
Kings and Queens,
Came from far and near
Upon the announcement of my birth
Gifts were ushered on me
By the three wise men
And before my first birthday
I was made a ruler
Born an Emperor, the boy ruler Tutankhamen
Worshipped by Kings and Queens
Guided by Prince and Princess
Silk on cashmere to have as ordinary
It was a commanding rule
That I be kept happy at all times
With maiden ladies, with eyes of eagles
To ensure, my state of being
State of mind, always remained happy
A King's law, taboo to be broken
Trading Places,
Flip of the hour glass,
Changing guards
Alternate reality in transition
Sounds from the distance, louder it got
Till my world as it was, came to be no more
Rags, Rats and Riddles
Of a worsening situation surrounds me
Stench, Dirt , Death and Brutality
Is the sea of ocean I swim in
Slowly as I drawn, begging awakening
Still trying to make sense of surrealism
If this was a dream, I pray
I did wake before I drawn
But which one to have been the dream
I ask,
Which of these two worlds is my reality
Trading places and alternate reality
Was this a dream on dream
Only to have woken up
In a third dimension
Where my world, reality is made
From the intersection of two extremes
Which of these, holds ground as my reality
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