...Good To Be...
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It's good to be king, if just for a while
To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile
It's good to get high, and never come down
It's good to be king of your own little town


It may be good to be king, but I'm not one. I'm no royalty, no princess, even if sometimes I prefer to be treated that way. Conversely, I'm no slave or peasant either. I'm just me. Jax.

Yeah, the world would swing if I were king
Can I help it if I still dream time to time


*chuckles softly* I do dream about power. Crave it. Want it. But really, I'm not a safe person to give it to... I use it, you see. Power wouldn't have to corrupt me, I'm already there. Gimme one of those pointy turbans and I'm good to go... sorry. Old joke. You know, the one about vizeers - give 'em a pointy turban and they just go NUTS, all evil and stuff. Sorry. I know. Never explain the jokes.

It's good to be king and have your own way
Get a feeling of peace at the end of the day
And when your bulldog barks and your canary sings
You're out there with winners, yeah, it's good to be king


Funnily enough, I do get that 'feeling of peace' sometimes. Looking down, watching one of my boys sleeping. Kissing away their tears, the tears I drew out from them. Holding. Touching. Loving. Knowing that they are there for me, and I for them. Knowing it's realy, that it's not just a fantasy, that I will wake up in the morning to see the most precious things in life smiling sleepily back at me, blinking against the dawn.

Yeah I'll be king when dogs get wings
Can I help it if I still dream time to time


I always want more, always. No matter what's going on, I always see ways it could be better. However, again, there's balance - I usually see how it could be worse, too. And yes, it could be worse. It could be a LOT worse. *shivers* Some mornings I dread waking up because I've spent my night dreaming about how much worse it could be and I'm afraid that I won't really be waking up, just slipping into the same dream, different part.

It's good to be king and have your own world
It helps to make friends, it's good to meet girls
A sweet little queen who can't run away
It's good to be king, whatever it pays


It's late, I'm tired, and really, I just want to get some sleep. But I'm awake and writing, listening to music, wishing my connection speed was fast enough that I could download the songs playing in my head instead of being stuck with what I've already got. I need more music; as soon as I can drive I'm headed out to Spike's with some blank CDs to burn me some more. Yes, he's still got the CD burner that belongs in my computer. *wry grin* And Grr still has my alter stuff, and goddess knows what else - oh yeah, sandals. I really need to get out to Beaverton.

Excuse me if I have some place in my mind
Where I go time to time


...yeah. It's good to be king. Being me? Dunno... ask me tomorrow.

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