writing Seventh Month (Part 1: Lullabies)

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Lashing out in every way imaginable by a broken mind formed from the lack of emotion

Standing alone in both faith and time whilst the world refuses to cease turning

I am who I have yet to be, and in being so, I no longer recognize just who i have become

 

To think that in awe of the time which never stops passing, I have forgotten joy

Only in such a way that I imagine myself being, am i brought forward into reasoning

The truth in understanding that i have sought in these months has found me, finally

 

But, how... do I begin to follow through?

 

Its all about this sad song that we can't hear

A bitter tune of the finest truth which we should have seen from the very beginning

The finest melody that I'll never know

 

Disillusionment made clear through melancholic deviations of time itself

I see now what I was unable to hear so long ago

Of then, of now

Of here, and to come

These lovely little lullabies

 

-David Favret