An Area of Darkness

We meet the Prince.

Omnipresent he was .

At that moment.

A bit surprised.

In destiny's game.

Still 25 after ages.

Can't recall when we last met.

The number is his.

But you got to earn that.

It's foolishness.

But who cares.

Priorities smell of a meaningful life.

In this meaningless world.

Yet we run.

I see them run from my Ivory Tower.

Smiling.

Feeling the gold embroidery.

Clutching the invitation.

In my pocket.