Ever imagine a world where I didn’t need you?
Where in it I was a princess in a castle way up to the skies
Guarded by two fierce and mighty dragons
And just to get through to me
You had to defend my honour
What man will you be?
If you were nothing but a number
Marching with the rest
And you could only dream of what a life with me will be like
What man will you be?
Many were your aspirations
But to find me was your purpose.
You wish me like a prayer
Journal me like many letters
Locked up in the depths of your soul
As you wait patiently
Saying;
‘I wish on a star that one day she’d know my name and we’d be together in happy ever afters’…
In this way your love is pure
This way you are kinder and dear
Tenderhearted, giving sparingly
And like a soldier you have only one mission
Fighting for the love you could only dream of.
You know not to fret or feel obscure
All the wealth you could expend your whole life
Lies in the treasure you seek
For a queen is not herself unless with her king
And seeing this is not a fight for equity
At least not for this verse
Still, the world is indeed only a half-side orbit without her in it
This is true even with destiny
To be or not to be, this is the question
What man will you be?
I know seasons have changed
And the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are merely players
But if I must be to my own self true
I never forgot who I was
Not for once
I suppose you did
You found me in a raw state
Down in the dirt
Brittle like black tourmaline
You forget I am the prize
Clearly, darling in hindsight you confuse
this damsel in distress for a commoner
You forget the search for true gold never did run smooth
A little more sorting through the mud
And there you have her
Your pride and future.
I know the world has changed since the old and adventurous
But should we forget the past
And not dread the death of our future
Must we all now seize to dream
As is the world we are in
And become a shadow in time.
As for me
I never forget who I am
Not even slightly
I suppose you have
You forgot a king is not himself unless with his queen
Darling, to be or not to be, that is the question
If you had nothing but your love to give
What man will you be?
Writer's Note: I'm leaning towards my Shakespearean side lately. I'm even talking and walking like it. I've always loved the poems and boring lines from plays like 'Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, the Tempest etc. To me, there was a certain poise and stance you had to take to deliver those lines graciously; chest up, head in the cloud, your god's right hand out, and every other thing beneath the ground. Pride was inevitable in this scene for nothing else mattered at that moment but me and my rhymes.
"To be, or not to be" is the opening phrase of a speech given by Prince Hamlet in the "nunnery scene" of William Shakespeare's play Hamlet. In it, Hamlet contemplates death and suicide, weighing the pain and unfairness of life against the alternative, which could be worse. You might wonder what correlation is there between love and a man becoming and discovering his essence in a plain world as subtly described in this poem if you listened closely. I'd try to tell you. For me I found this line beyond catchy but rather I had the common sense that what value was there if we weren't living our true selves, it is as good as dead. "I know my purpose in of itself," isn't the same as I know it as creation says it's to be. Modernisation is the temptation, and falling for it has made most shadows in time. As for me, I never forget who I am, my quest to evolve and become remains a journey from within, and I don't mean this proudly even though pride is inevitable for this scene when strong convictions thus come from deep within, all I'm saying is "To thine own self be true"...
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