I possess a queen-size bed but not a queen.
Could it be an extensive wait for someone meant to be
or the universe telling me that I am not fit to be a king?
It's possible that I am merrily just a jester,
a joker within a deck of cards.
Nothing taken seriously.
A small-time investor.
Yet take a moment to understand.
Let concepts of me marinate and fester.
You might just find that I am not someone that is lesser.