Poetic impulse strikes again!
Just had this pop in my head. My muse seems to have decided that she's in the mood for words rather than art. *shrug* Or maybe it's just the art-muse's shift. Either way, here's a rather odd and somewhat rambly poem.
MUSINGS
Dreaming, I wake
To find myself alone.
Gone from the world,
I find a new home.
Seeking the light,
I find the dark instead -
Though the day is bright -
It's all in my head.
It's been so all along,
Emptiness inside my heart.
I must keep going onward
To find my new start.
Letting go is easy
When there's nothing I own,
And yet I still hang on:
I fear to be alone.
So how then can I go on?
What then can I do?
How can I find a way
To make myself anew?
I don't know if I can find it,
This new path I must tread -
And yet I still must find it,
For stagnation is my dread.
Probably not that great, but... meh. Oh, and a friend of mine has just gotten a big break. This is a good thing, she really needs one, especially now. :)
MUSINGS
Dreaming, I wake
To find myself alone.
Gone from the world,
I find a new home.
Seeking the light,
I find the dark instead -
Though the day is bright -
It's all in my head.
It's been so all along,
Emptiness inside my heart.
I must keep going onward
To find my new start.
Letting go is easy
When there's nothing I own,
And yet I still hang on:
I fear to be alone.
So how then can I go on?
What then can I do?
How can I find a way
To make myself anew?
I don't know if I can find it,
This new path I must tread -
And yet I still must find it,
For stagnation is my dread.
Probably not that great, but... meh. Oh, and a friend of mine has just gotten a big break. This is a good thing, she really needs one, especially now. :)