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I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning, I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own - Viva la Vida - Coldplay A king desperately sobbed in repressed tears and called in vain for what used to be his. A hopeless tear was for what he had dreamt of, but the reality woke him up, enlightening him on how useless and powerless he was now.  Students who were known to be top and excellent ones now accept their fates to be the grassroots. All their ambitious dreams are buried in something called reality. The pain does not hit them, but it gently and softly kills them, letting them know how unrealistic they were. Maybe, they are the real reflections of the kings who were delusional about their imaginative kingdoms.  In the middle of somewhere and someday, the sobbing sound of an entitled king whose dream was building his own kingdom. Now, he is looking at someone's life, which he thinks should have been his. A lifetime of more than a decade has ...