Absent Kings + Philosophies Poem by Alex Lane

There's a hundred miles
between you and I
trying to save the world
every day of our lives
and it's hard to recognise
what each feels inside
it is trapped there
between the heart and lungs
and empty air

I have climbed the branches so long
I'd forgotten what the ground
was really like
the spiritual tree had shielded me
from the storms that came in the night
I won't pretend
that in the end I won't be scared
that I wasn't ill-prepared
to play the hand I was dealt

The Nothing King
whose empire is built on smoke
The Nothing King
held together by will and hope
The Nothing King
but in your dying light
who would you see?
Nothing Itself
and nothing is free

Now I'm ready for the rest of you
it's time to come on down
and by the time I'm through
I'll turn this around
I've seen gods return to form
I've seen the scale
of the perfect storm
You can't win babe
it's not your fault
it was always your fate.