A Cup of Coffee

A cup of coffee
In an empty stomach.
A breakfast of kings?
Probably not.

I Come from

I come from the far edges of a galaxy,
I come from a planet circling a star,
I come from a country, one of its regions,
I come from a village in the heart of the wilds,
I come from a family living in a house,
I come from the womb of my mother,

I come from many places;

I am the sum of many things,
Mere happenstance

I am the King

I am the king
What I say goes
I am the king
Sulk in my wonder

I am the king
And here I stand
I am the king
A lonely path

I am the king
Oh, how I wish
I was not

Before

In my heart I feel sorrowful woe
For I know that I must perish,
Yet my truest desire
Is to know all that can be known
And to understand all that ever could be.
And here on the doorstep
Of whatever comes after,
I finally understand;

The light will dim
And I know that
I never knew anything,
Anything at all.

Sometimes

Sometimes the simplest truths
Are the most complex