The One Called Mortine

It was a wonderful, glorious, gloomy-like day,

Where the breeze is quite chilly and the sky is quite grey.

I was walking and talking with a dear friend

I hadn’t yet noticed we’d hit a dead end.

My friend started shouting and making a scene,

That’s when I saw the man, the one called Mortine.

Mortine was handsome and interestingly sly

He seemed to me, a very nice guy.

I looked at my friend and began to turn red,

I was so embarrassed; I’d rather be dead.

My friend, he was yelling ludicrous things

Then he went on and sprouted some wings.

I was frightened and crying and quite out of air

From screaming and grabbing for my friend in despair.

I looked to Mortine, who seemed quite amused,

He looked unaffected I was angry – confused.

He asked what I was doing alone at this dead end

I yelled at him saying that I’d just lost my friend.

He started to laugh, as others gathered to stare,

He said, “oh my dear, there’s nobody there”.

There are people in life, who think we’re quite strange,

They don’t understand we’re on to great things.

They laugh and they stare at our brilliant thoughts,

Sameness is an illness we have not yet caught.

But we know they’re wrong, we know what’s true.

That they would be happy if they knew what we knew.

So if Mortine tells you there’s nobody there,

Go with your winged friend, up into the air.

Fly in the sky where it’s chilly and grey

And learn to appreciate these gloomy-like days.