NOT BORN FROM THE ROYAL HOUSE

NOT BORN FROM THE ROYAL HOUSE

Each nocturnal, I lean closer
The more it turns out to be difficult for me
To sight, in my opinion
It takes considerable of me
That, I have to toss away

I don’t mind Ample,
The things, I do not have to sight
Beam, for those flashes
They rate better, than just a grin
They off-load the compression on our carries

We get enthused,
To do well, no matter how simple we reason of ourselves
We are then valued, and accredited
To have a clear respect
That proves us, well at rare times

Remember to think well, of our birth
Born in time, to compass an instinctive flair
Could have been anywhere, in the biosphere
Here to benefit the demoralized breath
Apprehended as king, not congenital from a royal house