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I was once the king of this great land
But now I understand, I'm used up
The former idol of all the subjects eyes
Climbing ladders to find the place above

This one
Now I stand
Alone with myself
And my thoughts to guide
What I won't do...

Roughin' it, no time to stop for rest
The canteen of hope and praise has dried up
I drop it to the ground to watch it shatter
So brittle, it's become, no hope of

Undoing
My past mistakes
I make my own remarks
Towards myself about
What I can't do...

In latter days, the ladder will fade away
I will never see my sweetheart again
Goddamn the knowledge of good and evil
Irrelevancy in a golden casket

Belief in what
I cannot see
Is not an option
That I have
I can't have...

I walk this road in circles it may seem
Locked on center double yellow lines
I must have rounded this world a few times
Searching for my home and my love

There she is
I can't reach her
Though, I will try
'Til I die, she knows
That I tried...

The ladder's days will fade in latter ways
When the former king falls from his throne
Permeate the thoughts and feelings of
The heir, no I cannot condone

Work your way
From bottom
To the top
Only to fall back
Down to the base

The lowest rung is still quite high off the ground
So far to jump, I know I just can't make it
The crown it falls from the highest peak
And shatters, so it does, it is so brittle

It wasn't just a dream
The praise and hope canteen
It tells me what I've done wrong
And I listen with prying eyes and curious ears

The latter days
Of the ladder's days
Have yet to form in ways
Up to date
So I can climb up higher

Not only to inspire
But also to admire
The view
From the top, just
Before I fall