writing Absence of minds

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

And to this,

once again brought to thinking.

I find myself in the minds of others.

 

This is not my own,

and yet I owe them so much.

Much of what I cannot give.

 

What is it about being in the minds of others that allures me so?

Can they not comprehend the enticement they offer?

This shall no doubt be my fall.

 

I wait for that day.

The day when the minds of others are closed to me.

On that day, absence takes it's toll.

 

Why I ask am I to be this?

Why am I me?

Me? one who can.

 

Answers are a part of our lives.

I seek mine in the minds of others.

But on that day, it will change.

I will be cast away.

 

What use is a toy which can no longer function?

Yes, that is what I am. A toy.

And I will be discarded.

 

Regardless it seems, of sentiment.

Regardless of emotion.

Regardless of value.

 

On the day where others minds are closed,

oh on that day.

I shall cease to exist.

 

 

-David Favret

Edited October 7, 2012 by TheBronyHeart