Alters

But blink your eyes -
Is this the boy of who you dreamed?
A boy who sucks, a boy who fucks,
A boy who makes his partners scream.
Is this not all you dreamed?

Turn away, and try again.
With heart, and mind, and soul.
Outstretched.
With pen to make a mockery.
Do you think he'll write of thee?

Or are you now the country lord?
His clothes so fine, who drinks his wine?
He's undemanding, yet commanding -
It is he, who rules this place.
Do you recognise his face?

What is it you truly want?
To flick your fingers, crush your foes,
No need for love, no need for prose,
Just power, and the will to fight.
That's who you wanted, right?

But now, the howl of misery,
This one is blinded, and yet sees,
The sorrow and the endless woes,
With mind for all the subtlety.
This is what you'll be?

Perhaps you'll be all five,
And then, you'll be alive.