I feel so conspicuous at times.

Everybody staring reading my lines.

But don’t think I’m not looking in the mirror.

See my reflections wondering why?

What is this strange fascination?

Not an easy thing to capture, my imagination.

But I surrendered to it long ago.

Feels like a forever ago.

The woods appeared in my moment of need.

Like the sword rising for the lake wants freed.

I’m afraid it has captured my heart

And I’m not quite ready to depart.

So I sit here and contemplate.

Why I think this scene is great.

I’m sorry I seem so strange.

But I’m only just learning to play this game.