I am sitting here.
What am I waiting for?
Do you hear footsteps?
The halls are silent.
I know they're silent, and I am lost.
No one has bound my hands,
My legs are free,
My mouth is free,
My speech is free.
If I wish,
I can roam the world.
If I want to,
I can sleep on gold.
There's a throne next door that I can sit on.
A footstool that I can rest on.
A palace that I can rule in.
Yet I have nothing.
Everyone has left me, you see.
Everything is gone.
I have all, and I have nothing.
I am not bound, yet I am not free.
The Earth is mine to wander, but I am alone.
Everyone has left, and I am in a prison of loneliness.
When will the guard of death set me free?
The creation groans under the burden of sin, for all is vanity and grasping for the wind.