Whistfully Whimsical Whispered Words

I sit and sigh,

But don’t know why,

And listen as the time goes by.

I start to cry,

But don’t know why,

Perhaps because I’ll never fly.

Life is a place,

And Earth is a time,

Where wonders ceaselessly wander on.

And on that note, I’ll wander too,

While with that note, I play a tune.

Did you ever ask

To sip from a flask

Full of remorse,

To later endorse,

Or even enforce,

The way we play the game?

Or maybe you said,

“I wish I was dead!”

Only to find,
in time,

A feeling of a different kind.

The answer, my friend,

Is not with the wind,

Though the wind is with the answer.

A dancer may sing,

Yet no one will bring

The truth before a king.

The rest, you see,

Is far beyond me,

And while I truly hate to leave you,

The rust on my face

Affords me no grace,

Allows me no space!

And so, with haste, I depart from this place.

But remember my friend,

It is only the end

When there is nothing left to mend.

Adieu