It is a wonder why they glance and turn at my hap,
in the realization of my stance
and I wonder true if they peer the me self
or elicit their own fearful intent?
The sticklers stare, lost in their wonderings
and I exist in my own wanting stasis.
This day is come, after the missing of several
which I have been spent delving with friends
and wondering on my missed scribe moments.
I scratch and pen, tap keys on the flip screen
telling storied tales of times and life
that may hap be mine and may hap be not.
I tap lies and falsehoods about other doings
in other realities on other worlds.
I sap and dabble in powers and with beings
other worldly and ultra-naturally
who utilize forces, wands and staffs
with sabers of light and also too some fly.
My tales and tones may hap be false
though they be fun and free
and I tell true to the hopes and dreams
wished upon in midnight sleep.