writing A simple Elegy

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Not for the understanding of any one generation.

Yet by many, and such the will to wait.

Is this possibly, by which ways that lie unknown, the way i seek?

 

Finding in oneself, a proclamation of sorts.

By such, the ever sounding inner voices that fuel all our intention.

Should it then, be me, one who will start the beginning?

 

Eagerness in all ends of madness.

Earnesty and honesty of unapreciated thought.

Casting glances of our own reflections.

Bitter-sweet revelations of our minds.

And so i'll ask this one more time.

 

Who am I to begin?

often the beginning, by currupted definition, is left forgotten.

if all things begin, then all things end.

 

So just this once, perhaps I would like to believe.

That amdness shall not overtake.

That commendable honors will only lead to greater desire.

And that all life in its essence cannot end.

 

All this,

My troubles, and my sorrows.

Words of my nature, unto you.

 

These words, a simple Elegy.

All that I care to realize that I can know in this life.

 

 

 

 

-David Favret