True Knowledge

My kingdom vast, my conquests wide, In regal splendor, here I preside. 

In a throne room filled, yet all alone, I'm a king of the world, a king overthrown. 

My knowledge emptier than this chalice, I curse the world with malice, 

Why seek I, in relentless spree, the truths that flee from me? 

My children lie in silent sleep, Dreams I gave, I could not keep. 

My knowledge emptier than this chalice, I curse the world with malice, 

In pursuit of power, a fruitless embrace; In the mirror, a hollow face. 

I, in my nature, found only despair, Infinite realms, but the throne is bare. 

My knowledge emptier than this chalice, I curse the world with malice, 

Yet seek I still, 'neath star and stone, The silent Self, eternally alone. 

In this endless seeking spree, I wonder now, will truth set me free? 

My knowledge emptier than this chalice, I curse the world with malice, 

Here I sit, in silent plea, A king with nothing left to see, 

But the journey inward starts with a step, From the throne of shadows, where I've wept. 

My knowledge emptier than this chalice, I curse the world with malice, 

In pursuit of truth, in pursuit of me, Perhaps in knowledge, I'll finally be free. 

In the echo of my silent call, I seek to know the truth of all.