Have you ever considered being a king? It doesn’t necessarily mean that you should rule the world to be a king. In any realm, there needs to be a king. While in elementary school, you want to become the chief of the class. Then it comes to having a family, you desire to be the head. You are given a job as a clerk, you want to rule all the clerks. And where will it all end? I like this poem:

Wish I may
Wish I might
Have this I wish tonight
Are you satisfied?

Dig for gold
Dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?

Hot and cold
Bought and Sold
A heart as hard as gold
Are you satisfied?

Wish I might
Wish I may
You wish your life away
Are you pacified?

Careful what you wish
You may regret it
Careful what you say
You just might get it

Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there’s no one around

Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castles crumbled
And you’re left with just a name

Where’s your crown, King Nothing?

And I like this poem, too, by Percy Bysshe Shelley:

Where’s your crown Ozymandias?

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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