Young Tom, scrambling for food on the streets of London
while dodging his father’s drunken fist
and trying in vain to protect his mum,
longs for wealth, respect, and power.  

Wealth seems like respect
and power equals freedom
when Tom dreams at night…  

Pampered and tutored for the future, the shielded
Son of the King, dining on roast and oysters
and returning to everlasting duty,
longs for leisure, sport, and adventure.  

Leisure seems like playtime
and adventure equals freedom
when the Prince dreams at night…  

wealth or poverty? power or helplessness?
adventure or duty or respect or leisure?
The hand of fate is kind or cruel
but we’re blind to the making of decisions.  

Freedom is power until it isn’t.
Power is adventure until you’re lost.