I have a bottle filled with liquid dreams,
Dreams of love, mystery, and power.
When I am lonely, weak, or afraid,
I take a drink, sometimes often in my darkest hours.
This bottle is always half full,
Because dreams should never run dry.
I dream of being king,
With beautiful damsels dancing,
As far as I can see,
Eagerly offering to please me endlessly,
Armies kneeling at the mention of my name.
But it is not destined to be.
I am a twin, born twenty minutes too late,
And I have no kingdom unless changed by fate.
Perhaps if I put a different bottle in its place,
I could be somewhere else to show my face.
And if he chooses the other bottle,…..
There’s been a change of plans.
I don’t know what to say,
He wants to honor me today.
I don’t know which liquid I should partake.
It’s not an easy decision to make.
The king is waiting with outstretched arms,
I’ve pledged often to keep him from harm.
From each bottle I am expected to take one drink.
There’s no time to run, no time to think.
June 19, 2017