As the clouds crowd the sky,
I am possessed by my wondering –
If I could fly so high,
Would I go a-wandering?
I know that you’d go far away,
For you left me without any wings
So swiftly you didn’t take the time to say
‘Goodbye’ or somesuch thing.
I wish I were as bold as that,
And yet I slumber here,
Too lazy but to watch my flesh grow fat
For year on endless year.
This is one of the stranger poems I have written. Alas, I am very tired, and quite like the sentiment – I might rewrite it later on. I hope that you will forgive me.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic