I cried upon a perfect day,
For it was not all that I wanted,
Everything was perfect,
Yet it was not all that I wanted,
There was nothing wrong,
And that was all that I wanted.
The pain, the struggle, the adventure,
the tales of heroes and champions.
Where was my story?
I peered out the window,
a vast expanse of potential,
of trials to be fought, love to be found,
I wanted it all,
And I waited.