Unremarkable to most
But there are moments
I can taste, sweet and fleeting
Where the world ushers me
Forward past a sea of burning candles
Broken and faded headstones
Too long a villain believing
Themselves a hero
But the road costs me
With each step
Against the trembling, angry
Chorus
I sing with enthusiasm
But little talent
Not lost at all
Just wandering through
Places near and far,
And soon, a kingdom
A queen,
An heir
All to earn with the coin
Saved in quiet time
Spent on new books
And old coats
So, see past the ragged edges
To the fine beast underneath,
Gentle as a butterfly
Rough as a bear.
MB Blissett 