I've never taken the point before
One wonders why I was picked.
Was it because of a hot streak
Or merely because I was tricked?
It's lonely out here, in front of the pack
But at least my view gets to change
Starting won't hurt me, or so I am told
By those who are further downrange.
So lead off I must, and lead off I will
On a brand-new poetry thread
Of romance and lost love and things of the heart
Having lost them, all items I dread
But hope springs eternal, as night comes again
Dreamcatcher, don't fail me this time
For sleep and the dream world are dear to me now
For one who knows, here is my rhyme.