Pendragon
10-12-2008, 05:19 AM
I have always been a loner or a leader
The one who walks in front or all alone.
Chasing myself across the ages, yet no nearer
To fitting in or calling this old world my home.
A puzzle piece dropped into another box by mistake—
I never fit in no matter how hard I try.
If I set the rules they are only there for others to break.
Heartache sets in and sometimes I wish I’d die.
Could there be a bright horizon that I cannot see?
Is the certainty of death really all that certain?
What do others see when they look at me?
Will I be able on the day I face my final curtain?
Perspective plays a lot of havoc with reality:
In my many journeys I have never been to me…
Pendragon
© Sunday, October 12, 2008
A Sonnet from the Dragon
The one who walks in front or all alone.
Chasing myself across the ages, yet no nearer
To fitting in or calling this old world my home.
A puzzle piece dropped into another box by mistake—
I never fit in no matter how hard I try.
If I set the rules they are only there for others to break.
Heartache sets in and sometimes I wish I’d die.
Could there be a bright horizon that I cannot see?
Is the certainty of death really all that certain?
What do others see when they look at me?
Will I be able on the day I face my final curtain?
Perspective plays a lot of havoc with reality:
In my many journeys I have never been to me…
Pendragon
© Sunday, October 12, 2008
A Sonnet from the Dragon