The Throne. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

You see what you want to see,
But thats not really me.
No in depth looking how it is.
All pretend, all the trend.

You are so high on your pedestal,
so high on your throne.
You do not want to listen, do not want to hear.
You do not want to change, do not want to come near.
Stay where you are, alone in your dreams.
Do not visit reality unless you have seams
of open mindedness and courage,
to face your demons and your dredge.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .