I sit at my royal throne
as I’m given a second soul to refine my connection
I’m away from Jews, all alone
In exile amongst myself, wanting to revert to my old ways
Not asking for recognition, not asking for praise, merely to awake from this horrific reverie
Tired of being introspective, tired of thinking beyond
All I want to do is gather my belongings and abscond
My senses are slapped back into me and I realize how proud He must be
I think it over and finally, my heart and soul in unity can agree
I must continue this path of integrity and truth
For what I do now, in my youth,
Will be the determining factor for my upcoming years
And for what the future bears