The Beggar's Inn

Wandering leads to wandering
From everywhere into nothing.
I found myself at this bar masquerading as a hotel
Wearing a mask that works only in ambitious minds,
I came here because I came here
It was decided by the wind that blew me blindly,
Using its senses and heart that delves into all hearts.

It was mostly desolate,
Like a square without the saintly name,
I did not care to turn back out
For I needed a rest from rest.
I stood by the bar, having made an agreement with the hours to pass
They keep their end, always
But they never tell you how long they will take to pass,
One must always be a dealer to deal.

The people there, the barmaid and her husband and one half-drunk,
Where all me, not a reflection of me but an actual me.
I lived what they lived, and will live what they've not lived,
Their eyes sparkle with mine, and see what I see:
Empty dreams that must soon be closed.
They showed me everything they questioned
And their questions relieved more than any answers could.

Whera are kings born?
In caves surrounded by family and livelihood,
In thronerooms with royal nurses,
But no one remembers their birth;
Birthdays are a mere reminder of where you are,
And yet their deaths are marked by the most eloquent of elegies!
My birth shall be known, it shall be eulogized
And sung in lyrics written by all the different I's!
So as to remember to rule like eternity.