THE DRUNK
The drunk lies at the roadside; covered in dirt and dust.
The world passes by; without a glance.
Some walk around and some jump over him.
The few who do notice do so with contempt.
“What a wretched life!” some say.
“What a useless man!” say others.
The drunk wakes up in his drunken delirium.
And surveys the world passing by.
Not as a wretched, useless soul.
But as the master of what he surveys.
For he indeed is the master of it all.
In his mind, he is the king of the world.
