To Tell the Tale

Poetry is the inspiration

To be all I can be

Despite the supposition

That I am simply he

Who settles to a low position

In some institutional tree

I seek an unconventional life

One filled with adventure and strife

One that makes for a good telling

An extraordinary one worth living

But how? I do not know

I only know that I must go

To find something more

A winter warrior to the core

Looking for his nightingale

Oh wouldn’t that be a tale?

Poetry is the way

A desperate communiqué

To tell an epic story

of thrills, of journey, of glory

And though I have many pages to fill

Before I end in the forever-chill

I must write my stories down

In a form of great renown

Poetry.