See script below.

Exit.
Like a lion out of his cage,
A hot set
the prince is in place.

Enter.
Sighing in suspense of disbelief, he weeps.
Further insight, we need.

Close up.
Crying in fright.
Positions up,

Ready to go left
Whatever he can say,
Can never be right.
His comrade is tired.

Flashback,
night before.

Wired
Roll, sound.
Cameras ready
Rewound,
To reveal what pages ago said told.

Cut.
(Interior)
The chase,
prince goes down
Comrade superior.
He is waiting for direction.

Effects explode
Emotions showing affection.
Who is the runaway who speaks no truth?

Hiding from the director
Clinging to his youth.
Grown up old poet, heart in tail
Looking for the opportunity to nail.
He is

The Star.

Comrade is trouble but, behind not far.
Distracting.

Check the gate.

Moving on.
Floods Full.
Don't forget the action!
(It's what sets the stage)
Without all the drama
Prince poet would not be on parade.

End scene.

Roll credits.
Road to nowhere.
Less travels fly, endings in tears.
Prince of poets
rhetoric of heat
Revolutionary ideas
Way before they were "neat"
Comrade. Non-compliant.
Antagonistically so triumphant.

Cut.

That's a wrap.

It's great really,
release of face
Lost boys from the beats.
Make-shift moments to trace over, less desirable fates
African beats.
saaa tee ahh
Bip bip pitty,
Lade de de de da do.
Laziness leaning against complacent streets
Off they go.
Lovin life, livin lies
Life
Rife
With new eyes.
Spice is flavor
Vanilla to savor, catmandilla
Neuances play games
Over
Secretarian brains.
Do do do de doop.
Pluck clam slam bam
Ah ah ah
Damn, man.
That was good
Rythum ride

You need to do everything,
to realize you can do nothing.
The paradox is simple, but terribly consuming.

Magic.
Motions for greed.
A quick fix,
To get what you need.
How much longer can it really last,
The illusion, you perceive.

Until there is nothing
Left.
Your desperate in need.
Exhausted.
Scrambling for more.
No more to be had,
Can't compare to before.

You've a new set of rules
And desirous requirements.
So what worked before
Leaves you dry
Now with consequence.

The flavor of the fruit,
You can taste but not hold.
Leaves you begging DESPERATE
For the magic to
Unfold.

DESPERATE.
The missing link.

When you get there, to that point
Then, and only then,
Of the divine you will
Drink.

Let go of your plans that you think will get you there.
The universe is in charge that could take you elsewhere.

Just be open, whatever comes your direction.
You can't beat the system.

Who would want to really? I mean that's all we've got.
No emerald tablet to answer all you whatnots.

So this is the plan
Be free from whatever your limitations
Go where the ebb takes you,
You'll save yourself involved
Tribulations.