grandeur
he smiles at the sight in front of him
luxurious feast
unbeknownst to others
dreams of life
of cruise
of stars
is not a dream to him.
it is reality.
decorated tabletop with splashes of paint
to serve him is a lifelong work
a garden full of crimson roses
a shimmering pool around it
living reclusively is not new
voices unheard
laughters forbidden
smells of shadows haunt him.
wealth is not everything.
