a world figuring out who I am

Second to the last day of the siege

My efforts have been useless

The enemy won’t move,

It just won’t get any better from now on

I feel I’ve lost the battle

All alone I wonder if it’s worth it

Here I sit writing this,

Listening to the humming buzz of an engine

The hinges if barely closed doors, so heavy the wind hardly moves

But just makes them scream as I once read,

And the noise the cars make accelerating a few yards away from me

One battle seems almost lost

I’ve given a lot and what not to them

Still I have one more round to go

And then a full force will start picking up

With the mildly pace of two armies

My force and strength are leaving me

I want to leave to scream, to start a new

My book in hand, this paper and “quill”

I wish for the adventure I could not dare

I wish for the forbidden dance I won’t play

I wish I’ve met her, I wish for clarity, I wish I knew myself

I wish I could what I can’t

I will be what I am, what I was not

From the mind of Cogliostro