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.


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

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