Kings

I am not perfect but I am not bad
But who can say so that makes me mad
Mad at a world gone bad
Making me feel I have been had
Glad that somewhere in the etherical
I can find that miracle
a matrix to be glad
Something to counter act the bad
But we can't see the pawn for the king
We drown in our own thinking
Some ego lost to a king
Made from masks etched in royalty
False prophets made of novelty