He'd come along roads and across rivers,

He was the man from the other world,

He wasn't deterred by estrangement,

He didn't know the way back,

Nor did he want to tread that path,

All he wanted was to cruise ahead,

To trample down the new tracks,

Not to take those beaten paths,

Corridors of power mapped in his brain,

Just marched ahead with a steely intent.

Power over people and power over the world,

Readily renounced control over himself,

Lost all power he had over himself,

For power over people and the world.

Thus he roamed the corridors of power,

Waiting for the day he'd be king,

The coronation over, power gained,

But I await the day he'd rue the loss,

The lost control over his own life.