YourHumbleNarrator

So why should I be forced to stand in the blazing sun?
Sit still while gazing into the barrel of the blue-eyed gun?
Even with your back turned, Key Master, did you think it was fun?

A single, dull cloud hangs in the air -
From it falls a gentle trickle of
Tiny, infant droplets; cold to the touch
As they meet their fate too soon.
The ground chatters and murmurs
As the …

A good friend of mine -
I knew him all too well -
Posed to me a question one night.
He asked me, with all honesty;
"Will I ever be great?"
I replied, to his eye;
"No, friend, you will not…

Passion is lacking, or so it seems.
But convention is unconventional,
to him, at least. He follows his
unconscious self, into immortal darkness.