Beyond the gates

of the farthest reaches

of my inner kingdom

I have sought justice

and knowledge

only to be led to one with a hot-air balloon

in place of his head.

The integrity of this balloon was found to be weak,

gushing with the torrential floods of his ignorance

an irreparably cataclysmic event.

I return to my kingdom

finding it tenfold stronger

filled with stories told of the past several years

the truth is something so plain and pure

everyone with a m ind and soul listens

understand and fully concurs

At the center of the kingdom

I draw a handful of water from the well of humanity.

I find it filled with the taste of triumph

the everlasting aftertaste of integrity

a purity unmatched and unrivaled.