Stilt Walker King

WHAT IF I FALL

Who cares what a crown is? My crown.
It weighs strangely. And yet I wear it.
Just like it carries me.
High up. As if on stilts. Further and further.
Over it.

BUT WHAT IF I FALL?

Will I fall softly?
Into my memory? That I had long forgotten.
That was there. Just a thought. Not for that.
Do not fall.
I’m wearing a crown!
Who cares about it?