Tattered Crown
©2007 Debra Fotheringham

Your face is covered in mud.
There’s only one way and it’s down.
You’ve long since ceased brushing off your feet,
you’ve even tossed your tattered crown.

But you don’t notice,
cause everyone is covered too.

You walk around with your hands out.
You’re half alive, half dead everyday.
Your life is a mass of riddles.
You’ve trouble choosing flesh or decay.

But how can you decide,
When everyone’s stuck choosing too?

There is purity
holding your pedigree.
I know your feet aren’t pointed down,
So pick up your tattered crown.

You’re comfortable with your mess.
It takes too much for you to change.
Too many issues to address,
makes your head swim with pain.

But how can you change,
When everyone’s complacent too?

Chorus

Look around.
It’s not your skin.
Stop thinking if you smile,
someone else is gonna win.
This is not a competition.