All throughout my life, I dreamed of
Becoming someone incredible.
Capable of many things that
Defied explanation and
Enriched the souls of others who dreamed.
For those who flew beyond the clouds atop
Griffons and dragons, or had afternoon tea with
I spent many hours dreaming of
Jumping thatched and stone rooftops
Keeping distance between those who pursued.
Long nights were spent with my gaze to the
Moon, waiting for him to blink.
Never really enjoying the company of reality.
Other planes of existence held more interesting
Questions that could be answered by magic or
Reciting a funny poem to a gnome.
Stories of knights and witty companions
Take us to places of wonder, and only
Until the final page is turned does reality resume. How
Very frustrating it is to be stuck in such a dull place.
With such strict laws and little hope for heroes. Such
Xeric conditions this world is in.
Youthfulness and imagination taken for granted. A
Zombification called maturity.