In the Fog of Eternal Why

 

Wandering in the fog of eternal why.
Wondering what it would be to rise and fly
         and break the binding hold of our mortal chains
         that shackle us firm to our earthly domains.
Pondering celestial beings in the sky.

Thinking thoughts that search beyond reason and time.
Sinking in quagmire out of which I can't climb,
         forever restrained by my earthly remains.
...In the fog of eternal why.

Stumbling through my life in a human disguise.
Grumbling within the grasp of a web of lies,
         held fast in a pattern that I can't explain,
         a survivor until now of death's campaign.
Crumbling at the thought of an early demise.
...In the fog of eternal why.

Copyright  ©  November 5, 2008 by Karen M. Crump

Edited 9/14/2009


Author's Note: A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR
Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).  I took this one a few steps further in rhyme of beginning words.