Everyday.
Every day?
Every. Day.
Staying connected,
true friendship that never strays
dependent
aware, every day
a message from the calvary, salutations
just to find a way
to never feel alone in a Kingdom
of those who don't feel.
Ironic life, a paradox, sealed
confined and conformed
looking at the top of the tier
distance irrelivant
when the calvary appear.
A message from the men,
who feel for your love, and again
what's been done is done.
Salutations,
just to find a way
beyond those castle doors to find
an empty home, a gust of wind chills the bones
no princess to save when they royalty took her away.
Upon his horse he is once more,
knocking, knocking on the next castle door.
Everyday.
Every day?
Every. Day.