This is a novel I have been working on for a few years now. I consider it in the science fiction/fantasy genre. Life is merely a game and no one seems to have a full set of the rules. Yet there obviously are rules and someone had to have written them. Each player appears to only know one or perhaps two of the rules. The Investigator has found a way to collect these rules through any means necessary and plans to find the maker of this game.
The Investigator
I will be updating this, at the very least, 2-3 times a week.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Kearie
Child
You laugh
You cry
Your love is pure
Innocent
Much like your heart
And your mind
You find joy
In the simplicities of life
You hurt when fallen
You cry at loss
And the pure jubilation
In your life
Is timeless
Contagious
Child
Listening to your laugh
Is like
Listening to heaven's music
If I could
I would take delights
In simplicities once again
And be called
A child
Then time slips by
And slowly you age
Angst fills your heart
Depression in your mind
And anger
Makes fists fly
Suddenly you have grown
Suddenly
You are an adult
You can't find
Happiness
Any more
And each little moment
That caused such mirth
Flees
Like the sands of time
Slipping through your fingers
If only we adults could learn
To find joy
In the simplicities of life
Perhaps then
We can truly be happy
Again
Even
If the entire world
Wishes to call us
An immature child
For purity of heart
And innocence of mind
Makes for a peaceful
And beautiful life