King of the (urban) jungle, they say
Proud, hubris abound
You stealthily seek your prey
Adroitly, it is yours
What are you to others?
A dream? A nightmare?
Do you even care?
You feel nothing is beyond your grasp
Until one too many thoughts of self-interest
Too few ideas about the brilliance of another
Shows your true state
King of my own self-imposed prison, you say