by ~Demonic Moon Curse~ » Tue Jan 01, 2013 3:34 am
In the morning, Moon walked out of the nursery feeling fully refreshed. Now, it was time 4 her 2 go. She walked 2 the camp entrance, looking around 4 Snugglefuzz, Cricketleg, and/or Emberkit. What strange names. C-ing no 1, she left camp at a trot and ran in2 the forest some ways, swerving 2 avoid the marshy area in which she'd gotten stuck. Good-bye, strangely named, but kind, cats! she thoight as she left the forest behind. Strange starry cats, walk w/ me always!
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.