Spent

I am the king of pretentions
The king of pretentions say I
What can you do, to what?
Pretend I can, at anytime, die

To what do I owe this pleasure
Of your time and close distance
To exuberate, wonder
Like I would pass up such chance

Freedom is believed to be a lie
Like life, it can be taken
To steal away one's aging breath
Can you rise and be with men

Love is your only liberty
Masters of the world agree
That loving is less pretending
More on moving, acting, being FREE.