How fickle this fable, on how to tell this tale. On how fickle this fiber is, how fate can make such a fable. With my last lullabies, I sang my goodbyes, with my last token gifts, I left them on their steps. On a hopeful journey to see the future, with a periscope to see no feature. On a mysterious land, so similar. I recognized a voice, so familiar. Without my words with me, for why I left to take this journey. To come across a face that I wanted to leave behind. An Ambivalence that surpassed me, in a joyous smile and a wrenched woe. uncertain to see a friend or foe.
Thanks for the read you two. And yes, Jesse, I probably do . I tend to have too many of them, and I leave to little for my readers to fill in themselves. I should try keeping a good balance next time. Thank you.
Actually on the second read through there aren't nearly as many adjectives as I previously thought... I don't know what I was thinking.
Jesse, I oughtta kick the shit out of you for confusing me and wondering how I could improve this @Jason M. Its a poem, that rhymes. I'm not very good at rhyming, so if you search at my old stuff here, hardly any of it rhymes, if any.