He is bored of life, it sickens him most of the day
But there are moments when his mind strays
Into pleasures of the flesh, desires and foul play
But his will, his pride he cannot betray
Madness dawns upon him to know that another has had more
He wakes up and these thoughts roll ashore
For Years and more fear stalks him as he tends his sores
What if he meets the flesh king of yore and they note his bore!!
He would end the turmoil in his mind on that very note
For his will and pride he can never betray nor save
For it is all that he has and he shall not make it slave
They sit with their crown as he lays there in wait in his cave
His time of absence draws near and of this alone he fears
The love that he has, it tortures and his freedom it sears
The castles of his fantasies so vulgar at the last tier
Will he have to abandon it to save her from her tears?