In a Frame

I'm without need
Yet I'm without pity for strayed sheep
I'm without a single set belief
It hardly bothers me
It used to make me scream
Still in awe that a man could bow to greed
Ignoring the simplest of things
He's sowing sick, sick seeds

He'll never realize I'm the richest man he'll meet

Come on kid drink it up
From your father's poison cup

I'm without need
Yet I'm without pity for strayed sheep
I stumbled on a single set belief
Mistaking want and need
Claims fools alike
But I'm the richest man you'll meet

Stay flawless
Flipped out pockets, lack of sleep
Stay conscious of how easily they break
And the worst part is they're used to it
A growing list of small defeats
And they're scared they just might yearn for it should it ever go away

Yet I remember how I've yet to fade
From the pictures that the children paint
A king in total bliss inside a frame