if you ceased all wandering,
and instead, you stayed put
if you found something strong
that nailed you, daily, in place
if that something was so heavy,
you felt chained down by joy
if you experienced the weight of it
like floating on air
if you had less choices,
and yet, felt more free
if you were no more a princess,
but a subject, instead
if you straddled the worlds
between saint and sinner
if guided through this, nightly,
by your psychopomp priest
if you lost all freedom
and served a steel master
if you found that, through service,
you discovered true self
if you begged for each thing
and enjoyed all your pleading
if your station was lowered,
but you were held above all others
if you could curl up by a throne,
at the feet of a king
if rebellion was never the answer
or an option
if all else ceased to matter
or exist
if bound by such a contract,
an ironclad arrangement
if you could, but to do so,
you’d need to humbly ask
if you could, then you’ll pose
this question to yourself
if the answer is yes (and it is),
to the other
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