THe Scion

I see my future before me
but its just a serene tapestry
hiding the brittle veneer
cuz what lies ahead is unclear

I have my hopes and dreams
but I have my duties and loyalty
which bring me down it would seem
I want to grow, even if here i'm royalty

I want to stay
I want to see
I want to leave
this cannot be

To those that would disagree
that my situation is a blessing as its a curse
How familiar are you with life's verse?
to know my sacrifices, my loss and pains

I sometimes regret having disdain
for where I am, is in far better planes
but the grass may be greener over yonder
but it takes a lot of shit for it to foster

to be the good scion
sometimes has its price
can that be appreciated?
cuz I'm not all that

what shall we inherit
if some are fortunate
that they live to enjoy it