Desert King

I crowned myself king of the desert
And held dominion over the wind-swept dunes
Bathed in the dust of a water-starved world
I gazed at the lush lands far away
And with envy cloaked in pity and pride
I held back, afraid to venture forth
Afraid to remove my dry and parched crown
And to be a pauper in a plentiful land
Until finally, desiccated and bare
Starved and deprived of life
I limped from my sandy throne
And journeyed onward
In search of love