I possess a queen-size bed but not a queen.

Could it be an extensive wait for someone meant to be

or the universe telling me that I am not fit to be a king?

It's possible that I am merrily just a jester,

a joker within a deck of cards.

Nothing taken seriously.

A small-time investor.

Yet take a moment to understand.

Let concepts of me marinate and fester.

You might just find that I am not someone that is lesser.