King Among Kings

When you look at me, all you see is a dead man walking. Is that what you see? A man that desires to be something he will never be. I grow, I change, I learn just like every other human being. Why can't I also be free? I recognize that I want to be more like you, strong and independent. I command respect with my stride, yet it threatens your pride and you shame me. I am poised with dignity, yet you refuse to empower me. I am a threat to you, or so you claim. There is no justification in the proclamation for I am just me. I am just another man among many who must survive life, another victim to the world of dreams. Do you really worry about where I'm going? What difference does it make? My stops are many, yet few and far between. I walk along the shallow shores of tides that steadily rise. The sun is shining brightly in midst's of a setting sky. I am searching for inspiration, something to show you that we are equal, yet all you choose to see is my past and assume it to be my future too. You still view me as a dead man walking with no hope or path: just a pathetic loser that somehow found himself in the same vicinity as you. I admire your power and glory, yet we are not meant to be alike. You wonder how I could keep my head high and my eyes situated on the clouds. You try to break me down with angry words of discouragement, but they have no bearing on my soul. I am humble. Although I seek to be as free as you, I would not sell myself short. Now I see that you are meek. You make yourself look stronger by shredding people like me down to your feet. It angers you that I will not lower my head, but now I see the threat I pose. Not only am I another man, I am a King in the presence of a King. Fear not, I am a friend and come in peace. See, that is the difference between you and me.