The autumn crown is worn by many,
Discarded riches hiding a monarchy
Once young. Yet, even then, you found
Blind worshipers don’t stick around.
To acquire a certain amount of gold
This amount of soul must be sold,
And a feeling in your heart will be ignored,
Because your strategy was: acting bored.
You needed attention more than the rest,
And so indifference is what you feigned the best,
Because, sometimes, replaceable as we are,
We build ourselves into a rare star,
One which shines highest and apart;
And this is not done with love, but art.
You calculated the attraction
For gain, by another’s action,
Who moved towards you so fast,
You were startled, and a revery of your past
Brought you into a world of tears,
As you wept for those missing years
When all was fresh and new,
And I removed the crown from you.
