the king cannot move

things come to an end
abruptly, spurring new beginnings

will you take yourself for the fool that you are
you, without number
you, without identity
the king cannot move and your dream is dead.

yet this too, was a blessing
this too, was a soft light
touch from sky, screaming from above
screaming with everything that is love

this time, you go
this time, you have finally heard.

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my translation (not yours):
take matters into your own hands
or you shall wither and die.