Mysterious Me

Mysterious Me

I hop to a beat entirely my own
I run ferociously with the wolves
Peace is found when I’m alone
I fancy myself one of the elves

I’d hardly call my life tumult
But then again, who am I to judge?
Perhaps I am just the result
Of times and people that wouldn’t budge

I stand a top towers soaring ever high
Looking out across the glowing, wayward sky
Breathing in splendor without a second thought
The things in life that can never be bought

I bear my brains to the world below
Offered solace by my station
The predator among his prey
This shall be my final day

Until tomorrow.

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Posted on January 31, 2014, in Light-hearted, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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