I was once a youthful man

A rich explorer of wayward dreams

A wanderlust never cured…

Only tainted

I was once royalty to a land of subjects

My kingdom opened its arms to me

When I looked into the eyes of humanity, my steadfast body trembled

Poverty and suffering spilled like black ichor

Dawning realization was quick to follow

I thought there was meaning behind my travels

I was a pilgrim to a faith I couldn’t understand

Yet I soon understood my faith was selfishness

Blind and childish, my boundlessness seethed

The wrongs of my ways were around every corner

My world was once full of curiosity and wonders

Every moment offering a new perspective

Once I saw them all my own perspective transformed

Transformed just like my terrarium of utopia

Its shining glass was long shattered