Passages of time rot,
I am thrown with my own lot,
Petty games i Play,
as my friends die a nd decay.
A profession as a Scribe I commit,
my apathy with society fits,
Screaming for yearning I prevail,
my true meaning I unveil.
The commoner is a troubling fate indeed,
For this quest I must succeed,
The troubles seal my fate,
yet in humor I must relate,
to I am far too late........
