What is it that I feel -
Have I ever truly felt?
Not sorrow nor anger to
Begat happiness and joy?
Have I truly known despair
- or heartache?
Have I any knowledge
of the pain it takes to be human?
Of wandering, and emptiness,
The vile trappings of complacency - ah,
There I am king.
But I have never been truly starved,
Nor hungry for any but
The feel of simple legitimacy,
To know the feel of living.
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