Comments on self
A mysterious figure, wandering about from place to place. His actions, intentions and identity seem a complete mystery at times, perhaps even to himself...
Huh, where am I? My head's swimming...I think I'll just lie here for a while.
In a distant land worlds apart.
Who was wise, strong, and mighty
But most importantly, kind of heart.
But once, he let his mighty temper
Get up and over his head.
And away, away he was cast
Never to go back again...
What was that? Sometimes these things just spring out from my head. That one seemed...particularly poignant. I think I'll record it here then.
Far, far, did he roam,
Drifting an eternal night.
Till there was none left of the proud warrior,
No more soul, heart, or fight.
His identity forgotten, his might lost forever,
An empty shell remained.
Yet might the shell hide deeper secrets
Than any anyone would dare to claim?
Today, digging into the depths of the forgotten fountain, I came across a small pool of the purest water I have seen so far. At last, I found it! This simple ecstasy jolted another strange verse into my awareness:
Lost, lost, so far in the void
That he could see naught, try as he might
'Cept the vestiges of the Night.
Eventually he passed out, formless
As he came to be.
For the abyss stripped all awareness
Of his painful plight.
So it was, that he awoke
A completely new entity.
Born into this world.
Absolutely
free.