When I am not a buyer
A seller or a bargainer
When I don’t feel pain
In the eye or ear
Hand, head or voice
When I feel strong, a sailor
No weakness, pain or hurt
The hart not drunk
When I am lonely
No king or jailed slave
Just a man, who desires life
Writes poems and fears the grave
I am free, crazy on my planet
Happiest King of Kings
Emperor of the empire
Of things and poetry
